[Intro/Chorus: repeat 2X]
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I come through in somethin real foolish
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And they like, boy you a fool with it
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And he like, boy you a fool with it
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And she like, boy you a fool with it
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[Verse 1]
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I come through in some real Coupe-ish
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Transparent; see right through it
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And oh yeah! And this that new shit
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L-O, and bitch I do this
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Shawty Lo, I'm ten toes down
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Up the sideline tryin to stay in bounds
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I just sold a hundred and it just touched down
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Call them aliens, time to re-up now
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Yeah! And yeah, love my D-boy style
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Man all the dope boys got the girls goin wild
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Yeahhhh~! I'm like nah nah nahhh
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I'm laughin at you niggaz like ha ha hahhh! Let's go
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 2]
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They know, I'm Lo, I'm C, E-O
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I'm back, for mo', you ready, let's go
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Yeah! Yeahhh, come fly with me
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I hear 'em whisperin on how fly he be
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Seventy thousand dollars on the clean white tee
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Look at Shawty Lo, he so icey
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Is he worth a mill'? Well bitch I might be~!
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I hear them fantasizin 'bout they want to be me
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Yeahhhh, I done said it befo'
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I'm a real D-boy you can't be me folk
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Yeahhhh~! I'm like nah nah nahhh
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I'm laughin at you niggaz like ha ha hahhh! Let's go
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3]
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I'm gettin money, dubs fifties hundreds
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Say he want WHAT?! Naw, he don't really want it
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He don't want that drama, listen boy I promise
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I stay with them goons and you don't want no problems
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The bass still jumpin, yeah we doin numbers
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Early in the mornin in the kitchen like my momma
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Niggaz on these corners, with them thangs on 'em
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Twelve ride by, boy it's hotter than Daytona
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Who want ta, niggaz come and test me
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I be in that Bankhead, you can never miss me
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Naw nigga! That rappin don't impress me
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D4L Records, Shawty Lo you niggaz history
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[Chorus - to fade]
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Foolish
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Shawty Lo |