*featuring Lil Wayne
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[Intro:]
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Ah no the fights out
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somebody's about to get their lights knocked out
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A little opera for ya
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Capricorn, Cash Money, Nivea, Jive/ Miss Nivea
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[Chorus:]
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Front with me like you's a real baller
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And I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,Ya
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With that other chicken trying to make me jealous
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And I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,Ya
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Getting all salty cause I'm hanging out
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Girl I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,Ya
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All them loud words coming out your mouth
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Boy I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,Ya.
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[Verse 1:]
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ATL where them pimps, ballers and the hustlers swell
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I met a fly guy then we switched the cells
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Under the influence so I can hardly tell
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If he was the one for me
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Popy doing this, popy doing that
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Big thangs under the Cadillac
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I'm tight, thoroughbred, spread it like butter
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Walk threw the club ni**as be like what tha
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Shorty throwing money at me like he's a pitcher
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Maybe on the weekend or something I get witcha
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We did the damn thang and you was all crazy
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Now you want to pull me up like I'm your lady.
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[Chorus:]
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Front with me like you's a real baller
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And I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,Ya
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With that other chicken trying to make me jealous
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And I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,Ya
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Getting all salty cause I'm hanging out
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Girl I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,Ya
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All them loud words coming out your mouth
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Boy I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,Ya.
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[Verse 2:]
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Hey ladies, what's the word?
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Some of these cats got a lot of nerve
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Trying to run game, but I'm about to serve
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Gotta have dough cause I love to splurge. Gucci and Fendi
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Come scoop me up on your motorcycle
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Once we get alone then you can rock the result
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And if you promise to treat me right
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Boy i guarantee I keep this thing locked tight
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You thugged out with a lot of loot
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Sweetheart I'm so proud of you
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But I'm not going you break the rules
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What you did to get it, you need to do to keep it.
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[Chorus:]
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Front with me like you's a real baller
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And I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,Ya
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With that other chicken trying to make me jealous
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And I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,Ya
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Getting all salty cause I'm hanging out
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Girl I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,Ya
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All them loud words coming out your mouth
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Boy I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,Ya.
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[Vamp:]
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Hey can you feel the brand new day
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All my superstars came out to play
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To see the thug child from around the way
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This type of thig happens like everyday.
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[Rap (Lil Wayne):]
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I keep it real and intensive
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Me no speak Ya,Ya cause my grill is expensive
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Don't mean to be offensive
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I know you probably run across a bunch of scrubs
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With dis-functioned tonges
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All in your mug, talk a whole bunch umm
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But me I just want your love
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Me I'm bucch of thug/ Big heart but I punctured some
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But I'm trying to patch it up with a bunch of hugs
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For real, I ain't just talking whatever mommy,
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We could get together and make a bunch of us
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And I know a bunch of girls, create a bunch of fuss
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Over young wiz but I'm getting at Niv holla
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Don't brother me with your yada
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I'm good with little mama and she good with big papa
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I'm hood and she real proper
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ATL Shorty and New Orleans Don Dada
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Anything Else is Ya,Ya,Ya
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[Chorus:]
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Front with me like you's a real baller
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And I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,Ya
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With that other chicken trying to make me jealous
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And I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,Ya
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Getting all salty cause I'm hanging out
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Girl I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,Ya
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All them loud words coming out your mouth
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Boy I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,Ya.
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Front with me like you's a real baller
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And I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,Ya
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With that other chicken trying to make me jealous
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And I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,Ya
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Getting all salty cause I'm hanging out
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Girl I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,Ya
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All them loud words coming out your mouth
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Boy I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,Ya.
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Ya Ya Ya
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Nivea |