[Chorus 4x]
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Shake that ass ho
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Make that cash ho
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[Verse One]
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My name aint Michael, I got a pickel
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That you could suck ho, for 'bout a nickel
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Diamonds that glisten, you'll come up missin
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Fuck with these hitmen, bullets be spittin
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Man I'm a motherfucker out here wit myself
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Try to play tough guy, that's bad for yo health
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Hoes in the club man, shakin and shakin
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Tricks showin love man, bring home the bacon
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Takin ya game to the V.I.P.P. room
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Ho suck a dick up just like a vacuum
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Boom from the bass and the song got ya jerkin
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Man show ya gold teeth, these hoes be lookin
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Rolled up a sucka, they'll put the charge too
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I'm quick to buck ya, bitch I don't admire you
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Either it's my way, or hit the highway
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Project's the pastor, have glocks then we'll spray
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[Chorus 4x]
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Shake that ass ho
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Make that cash ho
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[Verse Two]
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Hoes like to fuck ya, then call ya baby
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Then drive ya crazy, ho you can save me
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Save all that bullshit, drama and actin
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Preachin's for pulpits, quit dat lip flappin
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Dog, I'm attackin, heads gon' be crackin
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Steps outta line and you gets a pimp smackin
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Who wear the pants bitch, who made these pants bitch
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You shake and dance bitch, I'm just your man bitch
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I like affection, not a infection
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Ho, you burn me bullets come yo direction
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If you sadictic, don't you step to this
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Freaky and pity, ho we can do this
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Man I grew to this, playa it's in me
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Up there is where these green leaves'll send me
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Keep to the game be yo conversation
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Straight to the brain man, that rules the nation
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Shake that ass ho...
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Pop (pop) dat pussy ho...['til fade]
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Shake That Ass
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