Bring it, bring it back
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Bring it, bring it, bring it back
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Bring it, bring it back
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Bring it, bring it, bring it back
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The following is not a test
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Dj
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Traerlo atras, traerlo atras
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Traerlo atras
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The following is not a test
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Dj
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I see the way you move and I picture you nude
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Baby, keep moving your thing, baby keep moving your thing
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I wanna take you to the boom boom room
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So we can do it like boom boom boom
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Pleasure, yes, God bless, I love my women, make it triple S
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Let me show you how we do it 'round here
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And the women, they don't fake it, they get naked down here
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It's the bottom, no draws, no bras, it's the bottom where they holler take it off
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It's the bottom, where we turn out, darling
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Sip a pound of liquor to the bottom, we got it
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Lick it, lick it, lick it, lick it, I like to
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Lick it, lick it, lick it, lick it, we like to
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Lick it, lick it, lick it, lick it, they like to
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Lick it, lick it, lick it, lick it, Dj
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Dj, Dj, Dj
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Crawling in my skin
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These wounds, they will not heal
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Fear is how I fall
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Confusing what is real
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Freeway got the hood on smash
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Pop in tape, step on gas and get ghost nigga
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Freeway got the club on lock, step on stage
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Set it down leave with a broad, check for her age
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Post up, fans suffer circle the block
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Call the cops, it's the Roc in your area
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Post up, distribute to the block
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Freeway move the rocks in your area
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Yeah pop tried to shut me down
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Cops tried to shut me down, haters wanna hit me up
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What? My glock carry heavy rounds
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Mack carry heavy rounds packed in the Chevy truck
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What? You better ring the alarm
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Before I cock back, dump on you and your boys
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And have black suits, tucked on you and your mom
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But back to the song, said she wanna suck on me and the boys
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Her ass look good in a thong
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And she want me to sneak in the building like trolls and a toy
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Best believe there's Trojans involved
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Hats lift over the boy, oh boy
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We rip crowds, whole lot of fire and a little bit of bass
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Is all it takes to make the place
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Get wild, whole lot of style and a little bit of cake
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Is all it takes to make her skate
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Flipside, crack house and a little bit of bass
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Is all it takes to make the block
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Get wild, park keys and a little bit of cheese
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Is all it takes to make her leave
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Can a drummer kiss her
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Yeah, the rhythm, the ripple, without pause, I lower the level
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The hard drummer, you ain't never been a man
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You ain't stalling, you know it's coming
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D, the enemy, telling you to hear it
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It plays the music, it's time to play the lyrics
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Some say no to the 'of the show
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Come watch the sound I made a year ago
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I guess you know it's just a record though
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Not a sabbatical, just to make it critical
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The only part of your body ' the rebel in you
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3, 6, 9 - damn she fine
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Hoping she can sock it to me one more time
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Get low, get low, get low get low!
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To the window, to the wall!
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Till the sweat drop down my balls
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Till all these bitches crawl
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Till all skeet skeet motherfuckers, all skeet skeet got down
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Till all skeet skeet motherfuckers, all skeet skeet got down
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Shorty crunk, so fresh, so clean
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Can she fuck? That question been harassing me
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In the mind, this bitch is fine
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I done came to the club about 50 11 times
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Now can I play with your panty line?
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The club owner said I need to calm down
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Security guard go to sweating me now
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Nigga drunker than a motherfucker, threaten me now
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She getting crunk in the club, I mean she work it
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And I like to see the females twerking
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Taking the clothes off, buckey naked
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ATL hoe, don't disrespect it
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P-pop your pussy like this
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'Cause Yin Yang Twins in this B-I-itch
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Lil Jon and the East Side Boys with me
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And we all like to see ass and titties
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Now bring your ass over here, hoe
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And let me see you get low if you want this thug
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Now take it to the floor and if your ass want to act
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You can keep your ass where you're at
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3, 6, 9 - damn she fine
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Hoping she can sock it to me one more time
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Get low, get low, get low get low!
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To the window, to the wall!
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Till the sweat drop down my balls
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Till all these bitches crawl
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Till all skeet skeet motherfuckers, all skeet skeet got down
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Till all skeet skeet motherfuckers, all skeet skeet got down
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You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life
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See that girl, watch that scene, diggin' the dancing queen
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Every time your name was brought up
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I would act all nonchalant in front of an audience
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Like if you was just another shorty I put the naughty on
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But uh, truth be told you threw me for a loop, this Hov
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I'm too old to be frontin' what I'm feeling
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Denzelin', acting like you ain't appealing when you are
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Stuntin' like you ain't my only girl, when you are (I was just fronting)
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I'm ready to stop when you are
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Come on Eileen
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You know I want you, baby
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To The Window, To The Wall
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| The Melker Project |
