[talking]
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That's right, Fat Rat with the cheese
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We pimping on this one, come on
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[Hook: Lil' Head]
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Girl, what's it gonna be
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Cause you messing, with a real life playa
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That's getting them G's
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And I ain't got time for games
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Or won't balling, just for mayn
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Is you cutting, is you fucking
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Lil' Mama, is you coming with me
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Baby, tell me what it's gonna be
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[Lil' O]
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Look, I don't play no games
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Like these other fraud cats, I won't say no names
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I saw you peeping me, hopping out the Range Ro' thang
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With my piece glistening, like a rainbow cane
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But anyways I'm Lil' O, the Fat Rat with the cheese
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From H-Town Clutch City, Southside of the tree
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You can hop up in the truck, or we can slide in my V
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I'll let my dog drive it, that was him following me
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But I just leave him the Range, and we can hop in the Benz
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On one condition, you gotta let me hop in them skins
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Cause your ass look like, it could possibly win
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The big butt competition, at the Holiday Inn
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She started to grin, laugh said boy you wild
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Is them alligator shoes, or is them crocodile
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I told her mama come chill, post up for a while
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At the hotel suite, we can smoke for a while, so come on
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[Hook]
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[Lil' O]
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She said it's real, I'm loving your game
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In fact I saw you in Miami, on Memorial Day
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You was deep with them Houston boys, hogging the lane
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And ever since that moment, you been all in my brain
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I told her yeah that's how we do it, when we step out of town
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So we can break a nigga neck, if he step out of bounds
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But that ain't what we about, all that plexing with clowns
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We'd rather ball get some broads, and get to sexing em down
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But look here, not to sound like I'm some head honcho
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But this club too packed, let's burn off pronto
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Look Pocahontus, let me be your Tonto
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That's when her friends, really jumped in my Convo
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(don't leave with him girl), why y'all wanna stop us
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Don't listen to them hoes, boo they baller blockers
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I just wanna kiss you, on your awesome knockers
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And trust me, O's sex is off the rockers
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[Hook]
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[Lil' O]
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She told her friends, look at his watch
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Cause the back of his Benz, say six o'clock
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And she knew that I could dress, cause my 'fit was hot
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I had the Burberry shirt, with the matching shorts
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Then she said she ain't get it, since her man been locked up
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And said she wanna playa, that can tear some cot up
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Spank her all rough, have her ass all popped up
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No strings attached, when we done just hop up
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I said well I'm the one boo, I'm no impostor
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You dealing with a certified, Braeswood mobster
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I can fill your body up, with steak and lobster
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Or take you on a lake, for crab cake and pasta
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No fake on this offer, you'd be silly
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Cause I'm a Down South balla, that can fuck you silly
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Then blow dro with you mama, bust the philly
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Now stop playing games, baby what's the deally
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[Hook]
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[talking]
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Baby what's up, you gon leave or what
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(baby tell me what it's gonna be)
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Man don't listen to your friends man, they hating
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Let's do this, (baby tell me what it's gonna be)
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Come on, I'm fin to give the valet my ticket
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Right now, we fin to pull up right now
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(baby tell me what it's gonna be)
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I got the dro already baby, let's go to the suite for real
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(baby tell me what it's gonna be), come on
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What's It Gonna Be
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Lil' O |