[Hook: Mibbs and Like]
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She hugs and kisses, loves attention
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You know how she gets down
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Loves that money, honey can't get enough
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That's why she (shake that, shake that)
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Shake that baby (go 'head shake that, shake that)
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Shake that baby (sh-sh-she's got to have it)
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[Verse 1: Like]
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Baby got the Gucci on the frames, Fendi on the shoulder
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She hang around the rappers, she kick it with the rollers
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She addicted to the light, you would swear she was the solar
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System on bang while she dipping in the Rover
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I was sipping on a soda when I first seen her roll up
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Car pull right behind her, parking at the diner
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Strutting down the aisle, everybody stopped to eye her
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I'm peeping in the cut with thoughts to get in that vagina
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Simple old me, tried to pimp it on she
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But damn she ain't having that
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She wanna see my crib on TV with a couple Humvees
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And then I might have a chance, but wait, wait
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A couple weeks passed, I had stopped to get gas
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Heard a voice to my left, she was talking real fast
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High-pitched was her tone, smiled at me then she asked
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"Ain't you in that one group? "
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I looked at her and laughed, hit the gas!
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[Hook]
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[Verse 2: BeYoung]
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I was treated like a dirtbag, growing up
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Everything that they used to do, was cold as fuck
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All I had was my dreams of, blowing up
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Couldn't really do shit so I, soaked it up
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Played my part, seen girls hate on me like it was an art
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I tried to play it smart
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Why the baby hair have niggas always throw they heart
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I played the role of sucka hoping for the chance to spark
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A convo, now it's like bravo, everywhere that I go
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It's like I struck the lotto
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They throw the "got dough? " at me, they used to call me nappy
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Now they bring they homegirls, hoping they can tag me
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On some take one, get the other free shit
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Let me cook for you, let me spend the weekend
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Falling in love with you
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Let me show you everything that I love to do
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Say what?
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3: Mibbs]
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I wonder how she moved in that tight ass room
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Sweating out her weave and her cheap perfume
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She hotter than the sun, I can be her moon
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And when the night is done, my house'll be her tomb
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Soon we'll go together like spinal cords and car seats
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Or kind of like my words and hard beats
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She whispered in my ear she's an artist
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But I ain't trying to hear all that, straight to the bar please
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We at the bar and she asked to see my car keys
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I'm like "Why? " and this was her reply:
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"I ain't fucking with guys unless they drive
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Nothing less than a 6, or a 745
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You ain't willing to trick? I'm a play you to the side
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So if you ain't rich, might as well not even try"
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Sigh... I asked the bartender for my card back
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"Sorry I'm not that dude, I'm a fall back."
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[Hook]
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[Outro: Like]
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Pac Div, Cook, what's good?
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This beat right here
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Make a nigga wanna start singing some shit like:
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She think she can have what she want
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Get what she want, take what she want
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But you ain't getting shit from me
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Nothing from me
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Cause I ain't lying
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We here grinding
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And you wasting time
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And I could give a fuck if you's a dime
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She
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