(feat. Byrd Lady, 40 Cal.)
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[Verse 1: Cam'Ron]
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When I cook up that coke I'm like (Woo Hoo)
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And when the feens taste it (Woo Hoo)
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You know the lace it and base it
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Tell em to paste it, mann they getting wasted (Woo Hoo)
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Look at mami in them heals (Woo Hoo)
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She know exactly how it feel like (Woo Hoo)
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Baby I love and discuss it, lets go public
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Yeah fuck up my budget, my accountant like (Woo Hoo)
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Hey you know how much you spent (Woo Hoo)
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And then I hand her a check, she like (Woo Hoo)
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Don't get offended but I get it much quicker than I spend it
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Yeah yeah yeah (Woo Hoo)
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Like when I get a new gun, I'm like (Woo Hoo)
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And when I load it to the top I'm like (Woo Hoo)
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I don't abuse it, with this I make music
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Hope I don't have to use it, listen (Woo Hoo)
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Now his mothers sitting there like (Woo Hoo)
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Look what they did to his face, I mean (Woo Hoo)
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Just understand this, yo doggie I'm being candid
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Don't take this money for granted
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[Cam'Ron outro]
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I cant explain this baby
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Its like me trying to explain why is water wet
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Or why is the sun hot
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Or why birds fly, and people don't, well I do
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[Verse 2: Byrd Lady]
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First I step up like (Woo Hoo)
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They like good god almight, she be killing em' (Woo Hoo)
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Ass so fat make a nigga say (Woo Hoo)
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How you get all that, with the same from the back, let em hit it from the back
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Now he tasting my (Woo Hoo)
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Lick it all up, don't be wasting my (Woo Hoo)
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Get up in that gut, put your face in my (Woo Hoo)
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You a big boy right, nah you putting up a fight, nigga why you so up tight
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I'm on the block like (Woo Hoo)
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But you see the stones and the chains you like (Woo Hoo)
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Dust them bitches off up out my way like (Woo Hoo)
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Yeah like have a nice day, let me grab you through the way,
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stay the fuck up out my face
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Watch me tell em like (Woo Hoo)
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Hoping I don't crash, pray to god like (Woo Hoo)
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Slow it down a little, take the key off that (Woo Hoo)
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That be the coupe, check the bitch who did me dupe, see this leg is too cute
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[Byrd lady outro]
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This that wildin shits
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Yall aint know nothing about this
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This nigga I rock with overseas
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International byrd lady
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His & her cedes
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Call me the fur baby
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I'm straight stunting on yall bitches man
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You see me shining though
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[Verse 3: 40 Cal]
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They yell (Woo Hoo)
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Become to every bigga bubble got em like (Woo Hoo)
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Every other flip I double, come through like (Woo Hoo)
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When she see the kid with muscles, but she singing... like the whole clique in trouble
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But I'm like (Woo Hoo)
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Every day a different hustle, feens like (Woo Hoo)
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Every time the sniff a bundle, so I'm yelling (Woo Hoo)
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Tell your friends to get a couple, I'm the one from trip em love em, show you how to get a hustle
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So I yell (Woo Hoo)
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Get your whole clique in huddle, you'll be singing (Woo Hoo)
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You put it in a bigger duffle, quick to say (Woo Hoo)
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We aint with the cigre bottles,get it in the hump, put it in the shottles
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Run it through jones, don't stutter or stumble
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Come through like a 1, 2 rumble
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They be loving how I be stunting like a thug do
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I don't cuff you, I slut you, my thought boo
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What the fuck with the brothers who don't fuck boo
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If you want to, gotta
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Woo Hoo
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Cam'ron |