[Intro: Shella]
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Jada, Styles, Sheek
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[Chorus: Shella]
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Baby you know, I been checkin for you
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Can you come and pick me up tonight?
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You're such a thug, and I'm feeling you
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I think you will know just what to do
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[Styles P]
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I know what to do and when to do it, scooped her in the turbo Porsche
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Cause she's scared to see a third go off
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I'm the nigga that she's checkin for, hold the weapon for
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Gotta stretch her raw - could tell that she lovin it
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I fuck her good and she call me by my government
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She count up my money, roll up my weed
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Load up my guns, I leave she gon' throw me my keys
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And I stay pickin her up, droppin her off
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She hold a gun when a nigga done, poppin it off
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And you know she dress me good, feed me right
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Be the first to call my lawyer when they read my rights
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She the one who help me clean up my act
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She a thoroughbred cause she can clean you off when I bust off my gat
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Yeah
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[Chorus]
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[Jadakiss]
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Yo it's a little too soon to put somethin in your ear
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But we can get a drink and put somethin in the air
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Maybe play amateur golf, I'll let you handle the Porsche
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L.O.X., every man is a boss
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Shoulda seen her face when I slid mami the Tec
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Brung her through the hood with me, it was time to collect
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She marinated in the car for two hours
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while I conversated with my man 'bout new powder
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Parked the Porsche, snatch the Range, shot back downtown
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She lookin at me like, "You could blow my back out now"
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I pulled over on the highway, Westside slay
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Head in the back, (Casino) style, Pesci way
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Let's go
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[Chorus]
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[Sheek Louch]
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D-Block, walk wit me...
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Know that boy Sheek Louch is, such a thug
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One-shot Dillinger, one big slug
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I don't need a lot of hustles, just one good drug
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Anywhere outta town, just one good plug
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This the 2000 she a (Ryde or Die Chick)
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Gun on my waist, could have no legs if shorty my sidekick
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You know who it is, the kid with an extra bar
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My wind is up, I'm ready to spar
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My vision is good, I'm hittin your car, clappin from far
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I guess she lovin that; that's why I'm huggin that
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Cause I ain't spendin nothin, true thug
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No arguments, right on the rug
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OWW!
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[Chorus - 2X]
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What To Do
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