La la la la la
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La la la la la
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[Verse 1]
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Bow! Bow!
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I came through the door with the raw Martin Margiela superstar status
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Everything stellar, with some bad bitches and some ex-drug sellers
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Niggas already jealous, we in this joint like Bob Marley and The Wailers
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She already wanna pick, bitch don't be so over zealous
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Go to the bar to get around like a propeller
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The bar maid's name is Stella
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I'm so appalled like McCartney, would you record me
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Am I really mad? Hardly, I'm here to party
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One of y'all to give me body like Lati-fah
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Niggas in the corner smoking that ree-fa
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Seen a girl she had bottom like a speak-er
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Wanna put some hands on her like a preach-er
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Hmmmm! Well let me take my time
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She ordered Bacardi, getting twisted in the limelight
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Seen that ass cause I got hindsight
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She was lit shining bright in a fit that was tight
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a€?Bout to get that invite to a night over Egypt
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She said a€œYou rap?a€? Yea mummy
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I'm Tutankhamun kicking it, spending this rap money
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[Hook x2]
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Feels so good
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I wanna touch somebody
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So let's go, go
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Wanna feel you close, keep touching
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[Bridge x4]
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La la la la la, how you like it
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[Verse 2]
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She was all couture, in a Tom Ford
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Security guard let me in cause I'm lord
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Of finesse, the under, the rings, the dress
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Code is to always stay fresh
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Aware of a chest cause I stay abreast
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She was extra cold, I'm here to de-congest
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This nigga next to us was slopped and made a mess
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Knocking over bar stools, I hoped that he carpooled
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I'm locked into my mood, Long as dude don't disturb my groove
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I won't have to take it back to high school
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Rewind! No need to take me back in time
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Keep my mind on the grind and the great feline
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Cause what's in front of me is this behind
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Up north she's thick, down south she's fine
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Tuned in to what I'm doing
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I'm so unassuming when I'm pursuing
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The ladies, the ladies, a soldier of love like Sade
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So in love to this lady when this nigga tried to play me
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Saw me talking to slim and started acting shady
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Dude got foul like crack in the 80s
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Uh, uh, uh! You don't wanna test this yo
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You never know who got a check up in the disco
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a€œYou Hollywood.a€? Nah nigga, I'm Chicago
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So I cracked his head with a motherfucking bottle
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[Hook x2]
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[Bridge x4]
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Raw (How You Like It)
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