(Hook)
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Club all packed, everybody geekin
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Finna turn it up, and we do it every weekend
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Kush in the air, everybody high
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Bottles stay poppin, looks like 4th of July
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Now let me see ya drop it to the beat girl
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Go ahead and drop it to the beat girl
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Now let me see ya drop it to the beat girl
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Back it up, back it up and drop it to the beat girl
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(Verse)
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Yea, I¡¯mma wear bottles to the neck
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The ratches over there but the models to the left
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The killas in the cut, fly niggas throwin racks
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Little mama in them tights got a ass so fat
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Damn, she got a nigga home
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Too think, wonder how she got them legs on
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Took her to the bar, 2 shots of Patrone
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Seen the homie chubby all up on the bad red bone oh
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I know I¡¯m gonna take it down
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Nigga faded, I¡¯m tryina get her naked now
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Bag full of kush, told the bitch to break it down
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Weed everywhere like we came from Jamaica town
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Yea, you niggas know what the deal is
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Had your bitch when we on in the Bentley
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That ho trash but this bitch bad
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Now go and drop that ass like you¡¯re working for some cash
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(Hook)
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Club all packed, everybody geekin
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Finna turn it up, and we do it every weekend
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Kush in the air, everybody high
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Bottles stay poppin, looks like 4th of July
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Now let me see ya drop it to the beat girl
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Go ahead and drop it to the beat girl
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Now let me see ya drop it to the beat girl
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Back it up, back it up and drop it to the beat girl
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(Verse)
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Sick boy, she know I¡¯m the shit boy
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Tell a ho deuces, yea she know I¡¯m legit boy
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Flat tier Polo, got her calling me rich boy
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Got me finna hit, these chickens be on my dick boy
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Chubby, yea, about 30 on the wrist now
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Nigga money growing up, hoes get down
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Turn form the Henny, got my mind on the piff now
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Hustle man, know I got the blonde I¡¯mma Chris Brown
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Chubby nigga finna leave, I¡¯m just breezing through
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Bad bitch turn around, say she leaving too
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I see her ass always, gotta muscle up
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Bubble butt, make her bring it back twice, double up
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You bring the hoes out, that¡¯s why they hit me fo¡¯
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Two lazz ballz never rode a stig before
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Smoke out in the back, getting burn now
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You know the motto turnin up til we turn down
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(Hook)
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Club all packed, everybody geekin
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Finna turn it up, and we do it every weekend
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Kush in the air, everybody high
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Bottles stay poppin, looks like 4th of July
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Now let me see ya drop it to the beat girl
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Go ahead and drop it to the beat girl
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Now let me see ya drop it to the beat girl
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Back it up, back it up and drop it to the beat girl
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Drop It
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K-Boy |