Mmmh
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Ain't this some shh
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Here's another one
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Here's another one yup
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[Chorus: x2]
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Hey ma what's up you right I'm right
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Throwback too tight tonight sho night shotgun we ride
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P-O P-I-M-P-I-N
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[Verse 1:]
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Fire up a swisher sweet hop off in my jeep got my throwback on
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On the celly phone I done bump this chick named vanessa got it goin on
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I'm a wax that ass give her one map then send her home
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Headed to the mo she got my knee's knockin pulled over by the park
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Now my jeeps rockin oh... nananana mmm... lalalala
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Momma's bad with it ass is so pretty let me hit it from the back
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While she talks dirty fellas let me hit that then walk early
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Ladies got a women but don't worry she got me gettin at her
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Baby's feelin betta relax her mind with the ismm then I'm spittin at her
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What's mine is mine what's yours is mine the flow is blind I see you
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Not just us now who you trust
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 2:]
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Well let me pull up to your earpiece and sprinkle some game
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You ought to be tired of dealin with the same old same time for you
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To roll with a G and get rid of your lame we some grown ass people
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Ain't no need to be ashamed
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Bun b is the name king of the trill is my label don't you worry bout a thang
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Cause I'm willin and able
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Not to mention lock loaded and cocked ready to rock so close the curtains
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Turn the lights off and unplug the clock
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Wanna knock you off and knock you down
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You don't need nobody else so let me lock you down
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Not with handcuffs baby but with real talk cut a corner with me
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Let me show you how the trill walk
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You can tell that I'm the king by how I move through the city
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And I can make it a queen and move through it with me
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I can tell that your ready I can see that your down
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So hop your ass off in the caddy girl let's light up the town
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3:]
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You lookin badder then ever tighter than prada gucci suede leather
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Drop the top in this wheather
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Bend the block with a glock and a dime on my side
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Pretty [? ] and fendi plus I gotta have a lot of that henny
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With the paper to fold
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Spreewells spin while the h-s-e roll
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Now tell me a-k you cold
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Plus ladies love the way that we flow
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Wanna sit and get blowed
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At the front stairway of a luxury condo
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Come out of her clothes
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In her bedroom with the springs up and rockin
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When I handle my function
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Bounce back on the e-way what's poppin
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Put the clip in the glock in roll to the westside call up my chopper
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But the head was too proper got to the point where I really couldn't
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Stop her 25 with thick thighs
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And she likes to ball with pimp than rich guys
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And she rides by word and I got her locked like dro and good herb
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She wanna splurge? next week up on the same old thang
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Kickin the same cold game
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Let her know that she dealin with the same old lame
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I got paper to check plus the number one rule is
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M-o-b-p-o-p-I-m-p from d-o-d holla
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[Chorus x3]
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Hey Ma!
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| Do Or Die |
