Hold up
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Smoke something, bitch
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With Tray Martin, know what I'm talking 'bout?
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Yeah, know what I'm talking 'bout?
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I'm joy, we talking 'bout hey, man
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Do thighs come with that shake?
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Do green guys come with them thighs?
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Shit, pimpin', Tommy loose, OC
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Boss get cash money, smoke them vapors
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Don't chase the cake, chase the paper
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Them thighs come with that shake
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Bitch, in your mind, hoe, I got cake
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Boss get cash money, smoke them vapors
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Don't chase the cake, chase the paper
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Them thighs come with that shake
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Bitch, in your mind, hoe, I got cake
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Well, Peter Piper, Pete Kepers, they run right round
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You know that C Pimp close and Bun not done
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I be at it and on it
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Don't start no static, I want it
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When I want it I get it
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So get to hopping up on it
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Ain't no stopping, no fronting
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This certified and official
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When I see you licking your lips you wanna blow on my whistle
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But I got that harmonica, you can play it like Stevie
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They say that pimpin' ain't easy
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Man, it is if you be me
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I see a new one every day
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And they think 'cause they jazzy and they carefree they gonna talk me out my pay
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Get your paper, see my game is just a little bit tighter
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Pay for pussy, that's alright
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I grab the smoke so pass the lighter
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Boss get cash money, smoke them vapors
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Don't chase the cake, chase the paper
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Them thighs come with that shake
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Bitch, in your mind, hoe, I got cake
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Boss get cash money, smoke them vapors
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Don't chase the cake, chase the paper
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Them thighs come with that shake
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Bitch, in your mind, hoe, I got cake
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You know I get the first night, get 'em like the first date
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But I got a question for you
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Them thighs come with that shake?
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You want papato sea food
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Well you gonna have to eat, boo
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Only in my foreign car you gonna be a porn star
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I know what's going through your head
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If I get 'em like ahead
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I might get a slice of bread for just a minute
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I get cash in duffle bags, I don't chase the cake
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Let 'em ride, get 'em high as I pay for cake
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Sorry, girl, I gotta go
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Like Pimp I'm on that purple flow
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Mid-west, 30 a show, yeah, I hustle and flow
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Round town, a bad chick, she's tryna track me down
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Zoom zoom, see you later, I gotta get the bake
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Boss get cash money, smoke them vapors
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Don't chase the cake, chase the paper
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Them thighs come with that shake
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Bitch, in your mind, hoe, I got cake
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Boss get cash money, smoke them vapors
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Don't chase the cake, chase the paper
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Them thighs come with that shake
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Bitch, in your mind, hoe, I got cake
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Shit, now all the tricking, you should stop it
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Money been the topic
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While she digging in your pockets I be plugging on her socket
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All off in your crib, feet up on your shit
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Instead of breaking off a hoe you out here loving a bitch
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When I give this pimpin' bitch steel toe, bring your bro
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The type of dick that run a chick some shit that she could be for
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Live for, all off in your big fold to make her heavy
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She shake you off, I break it off 'cause you bring it back to daddy
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Don't be mad at me 'cause your hoe done chose
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I was out here on the stroll
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She got down like she's supposed
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I put on some clothes
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As a baby's on her mama
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'Cause thighs come with that shake and green on the side
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Boss get cash money, smoke them vapors
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Don't chase the cake, chase the paper
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Them thighs come with that shake
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Bitch, in your mind, hoe, I got cake
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Boss get cash money, smoke them vapors
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Don't chase the cake, chase the paper
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Them thighs come with that shake
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Bitch, in your mind, hoe, I got cake
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Cake
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| Bun B |
