(Hook)
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I said it's 5 in the morning
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You know where we're going
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Back to the crib so we can get it on
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(She ready babe)
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I hope that you're ready baby
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(I know she just met me)
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I know that you just met me baby
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And don't be puttin up a front
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You know what I want
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Tell your girls you're leaving I'll be waiting out front
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(Just be ready babe)
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She sayin she ready
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(I just hope that you ready babe)
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I know you just met me babe
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(Verse 1)
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We go straight from the benz to that bottle service
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Fuck the charge brick star boys getting in
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We all strapped nigga it's whatever's necessary
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My whole section looking like a pet cemetery
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Bottle after bottle to the face no coasters
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Model after model blowing huco on the sofas
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52 tattoos attitude is mad rule
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Acting all fly like she ain't talking to that dude
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Grabbed her by the waist of my direction
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Bitches love a young fly nigga with aggression
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Whispered in her ear , here's my confession
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I rather see you walking through my crib undressing
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She smiled thought about it for a while
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Then reach for my phone for her number I could dial
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Told her slow it down too many people in our faces
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Let's get up out of here we'll exchange them in the aim
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(Hook)
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I said it's 5 in the morning
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You know where we're going
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Back to the crib so we can get it on
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(She ready babe)
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I hope that you're ready baby
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(I know she just met me)
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I know that you just met me baby
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And don't be puttin up a front
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You know what I want
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Tell your girls you're leaving I'll be waiting out front
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(Just be ready babe)
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She sayin she ready
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(I just hope that you ready babe)
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I know you just met me babe
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(Verse 2)
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I like my bitches slim in the waist, fat in the ass
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Don't be on that hoe shit left that bag in the pac
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For these bitches she ain't worried shawty all about that hussle
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She ask you for some money she gon' bring you back double
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And stay humble and the mayor get in the pole zone
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I like my bitches bad as fuck with no clothes on
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Both legged walk up in the crib with a blunt lit
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She put them ashes out and she gon suck dick
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She do it no hands serious as cancer
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I run my finger through her hair to hold them strands up
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Long hair don't care she got it from her mama
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Down to that pearl everything's designer
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Got her where I wanted now I'm going for the kill
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And the way it's looking she gon' need a morning's after pill
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She already know the deal but going raw if I let her
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But let me slow you down baby girl I just met you
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(Hook)
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I said it's 5 in the morning
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You know where we're going
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Back to the crib so we can get it on
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(She ready babe)
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I hope that you're ready baby
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(I know she just met me)
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I know that you just met me baby
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And don't be puttin up a front
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You know what I want
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Tell your girls you're leaving I'll be waiting out front
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(Just be ready babe)
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She sayin she ready
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(I just hope that you ready babe)
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I know you just met me babe
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(Verse 3)
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Eventhough we just met girl
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I ain't gon look at you no way
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If you open up and play
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Bust that pussy for a nigga
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The right way
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'Cause I want that, and I know you want this
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So you can go front if you want
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But the only thing is gonna happen is you gonna want
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Me when I blow up rapping
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And these hoes coming in out of my life
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And I'm here with this paper getting right
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BSB volume 2
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King Sevin what you wanna do
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Call up some and I got a few
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And you know that they all gon come through
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'Cause we them niggas industry
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And that's the end there's no more beat
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She Ready
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| Troy Ave |
