(Hook)
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Ok, she pop than thang like a rubber band,
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Make the nigga blow a couple grands.
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Thought I ran out of 1’s well hater come again,
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Flexin harder than a muscle man.
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Yeah we bout the train, the kind of smoke,
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You can tell my niggas slanging dope.
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Yeah we bout the train, we fin to smoke,
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All my niggas getting dope.
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(Verse)
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Throw some paper in the air for the haters less fortunate
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Shawty back it up like she paralel parker
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Then she turned around, dropped it lower than the board game
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Cause she sees us stunting, doing donuts in the porsches.
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We got them racks yeah we got them racks
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Back to back, swishers nigga we high as teks.
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She asking me what’s popping molly or cr xanax
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And I’m only keep some more on me like mechanics.
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Look, I’m quick to use the backhand when I smack chicks
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Put em all to track like Danica Patrick,
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Lean in the left, right hand by the stacks at
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You do it all night, you just might get the Jackson.
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(Hook)
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Ok, she pop than thang like a rubber band,
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Make the nigga blow a couple grands.
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Thought I ran out of 1’s well hater come again,
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Flexin harder than a muscle man.
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Yeah we bout the train, the kind of smoke,
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You can tell my niggas slanging dope.
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Yeah we bout the train, we fin to smoke,
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All my niggas getting dope.
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(Verse)
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I got these boppers in the hurdle, poppin like a bubble
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Before you hop up in the shuttle, know we might just fin to cuddle
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They call me fresh baby, diamond grill with the gold chain
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Down for bringing bands out like a Vulcan.
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She kept it comin so I dropped the extra hundreds.
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Everyday I wake up with somebody else’s woman
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Split the half of galon, now my wrist don’t bling
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Bet I make it out back, if my flip phone ring.
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See I’m a dope boy so all the tramps want him
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Only squares knew respect, got the stamps on them.
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If you love your girl better put some clams on her
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She say she went to college, so we throw a couple grants on her.
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(Hook)
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Ok, she pop than thang like a rubber band,
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Make the nigga blow a couple grands.
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Thought I ran out of 1’s well hater come again,
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Flexin harder than a muscle man.
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Yeah we bout the train, the kind of smoke,
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You can tell my niggas slanging dope.
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Yeah we bout the train, we fin to smoke,
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All my niggas getting dope.
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(Verse)
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She could pop that thang like a rubber band
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Pussy feel good like a hundred bands
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She’s gonna get this dick a bag of candy yeah
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She was half naked, before she had that half of xanax.
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One hour later, panties off and then I’m splashin
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Always get the sweet, I never take her to the mansion.
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Turn up, got a whole ounce to burn up
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Patron all in my cup, my plug is calling turn the pick up.
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She say she buy, I can’t say bye
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I’m a marvin gaye, let’s get it on
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8 minutes laters, she scream my name, not say my name.
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She don’t know I’m true,
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Don’t know no cali pierces on her nipple and her belly,
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Shorts on me.
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(Hook)
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Ok, she pop than thang like a rubber band,
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Make the nigga blow a couple grands.
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Thought I ran out of 1’s well hater come again,
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Flexin harder than a muscle man.
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Yeah we bout the train, the kind of smoke,
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You can tell my niggas slanging dope.
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Yeah we bout the train, we fin to smoke,
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All my niggas getting dope.
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Dopeboyz & Stripperz
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| Short Dawg |
