[Verse 1: Mibbs]
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Shout out to my thick girls, thick girls
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You tha shit girl, shit girl
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With them hips girl, hips girl
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Got a mixed girl with curls
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Got me a rich girl with pearls
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Neither one is cooking better than my big girl, big girl
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Come get this dick girl, dick girl
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Better come quick girl, quick girl
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I like girls who come with girls and I like girls who fuck with girls
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It's too easy, I'm too steezy
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Drinking Fiji, watching TV
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I been nice since BeBe CeCe Winans
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Girls pee pee when we be rhyming
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You see me I'm rocking diamonds
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Grit my teeth, yea I be grinding
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P-A-C see we be shining
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2-seater bitch, we reclining
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Top down, armor all'd up
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Got that brown up in my cup
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Got that bomb fired up
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[Verse 2: Skeme]
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Drop that Breitling for the Hublot
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Boy I got nothing but time
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And I tell her mom to keep her cat
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Till I show my dick what's on her mind
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Lemme get that head! Lemme get that head!
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Girl I need that head
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Screaming Inglewood forever
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I sip that purple and bleed that red
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Niggas know wassup, these girls wanna fuck with me
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I'm on that same shit
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Crooked or call me Mr. Never-Seen-With-The-Same-Bitch
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Swear I had on Polo out in Soho smoking skunk
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And I had 4 hoes in that 4-door with my.44 in the trunk
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Underground niggas, independent getting checks tho
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Boy I spit that sick shit, flow like I got strep throat
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Duke and Pac Divvy, we get busy, get the bidness
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Baby girl you in the presence of the king: bear witness
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[Hook:]
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Top down, yeah I'm the man
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I'm from LA, I got that juice and I got a plan
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Girls just hop in I drop the roof
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We can get a tan
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So when you see me, I'll be speeding like a Demon
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With my head out the window screaming: Top Down!
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[Verse 3: Be Young]
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I got a hundred dollars on me
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Finna head straight to the store
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Smoking on that headband, it goes straight to your skull
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Lincoln Continental flow, player player [?]
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These niggas finna hate, and that list is gonna be long
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Just been in my chromosome
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[?], Home Alone
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Corvette's your rolling stone
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Zip boy fresh they know they wrong
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And I got guess in my cologne
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She be guessing wrong
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When niggas cut you short, make sure your checks is long
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It's that upper eschelon
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Rambo with ammo. Fat boy shit
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Had them niggas rocking camo
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Cold-blooded mammal but the bitches keep me warm
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They only doing shit that they seen in a song
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[Hook]
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[Verse 4: Casey Veggies]
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I don't got nothing to prove
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Been stack bucks since I left school
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These hoes say I think I'm to cool
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But I guess some girls get fooled
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Cause this young nigga that do
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Riding around with my crew
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Wanna way to pay for more dudes
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That's my day to day, [?]
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[?]
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My swag sayin' I'm best
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The streets sayin' I'm next
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Excuse me if I flex
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I just do my thing in my own zone
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Always wait for the right time
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My main chick got a real nigga
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She know I got guidelines
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Homeboy I'm on tour
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In a hotel, tryin' to make more
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Do 60 shows, nigga that's the goal
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If you can't tell we livin' well
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You should put your hand up for me
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Pants 340
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You should do it too girl, ya man suck don't he
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[?], throw the alley oop
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Might throw it back
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Then I probably
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[Hook]
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Top Down
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