(*whispering*)
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TrackBoyz.
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[J-Kwon]
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Come on..yeah
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Come on..yeah
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Come on..yeah
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Come on..ay
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[Verse - J-Kwon]
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Call me, I'm the man
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You need a hand boo I got a couple hundred grand
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Dayton's on ya feet, diamonds in ya piece
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And I like the way ya ass move to the beat
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You a freak, that's summin you can be
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Keep playin' wit me, then I gotta hit ya peeps
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The girls love me, 'cause I'm from the streets
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In the bed, I'm goin' thirty at least
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Show-Offs on the cap, plus her ass fat
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It's so big she gon' let me hit it from the back
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Not knowin' she a rat, she suckin' on my tat
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I gotta rub her, so there's nuthin' wrong with that
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the weed hold that, the blunt roll that
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And when you give me head, please don't hold back
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Where your eyes at? lickin' the Kodak
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And when I'm finished, then you comin' it's yo pack
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Now..
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[Hook - J-Kwon] - x2
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Show your ass, gon' hit the flo'
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Show your ass, gon' hit the flo'
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Show your ass, gon' hit the flo'
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Show your ass, gon' hit the flo'
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[Verse - Eboni Eyes]
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I hops out the Jag, pocket full of cash
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Wish your ho would try to jump like she bad
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Jeans fittin' tight, weave fittin' right
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The way I feel my ass make the ballers blow they cash
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Step up in the party, sippin' the Bacardi
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Betta watch your man cause I'm feelin' kinda naughty
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I'm lookin' to my left, over to my right
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I head to the flo', time to get this bitch hype
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Niggaz in the place, all up in my face
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Somebody touch my ass I might have to catch a case
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Don't let the face fool ya, I'll give it to ya
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Peel a right hand jab like Zab Jooda
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I say what I mean, mean what I say
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You wanna fuck wit' me, you gotta pay like you weigh
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No shame in my game, if you cannot hang
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Get the fuck up out my face and let me do my thang
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[Hook - J-Kwon] - x2
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Show your ass, gon' hit the flo'
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Show your ass, gon' hit the flo'
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Show your ass, gon' hit the flo'
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Show your ass, gon' hit the flo'
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[Verse - J-Kwon]
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Gon' hit the flo'...gon' hit the flo'
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Well I hops out the 'Lac, diamond in the back
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You can tell by the way I made "Tipsy", I'm a mack
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Show-Off in fad, Show-Off the fact
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Give me a Coupe and several hoes, I'll brag
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Yeah I got a grammar, some say it's country
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But the truth is none of y'all gettin' money
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I tried to stay humble, but her ass rumble
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Give her the ball, guaranteed she gon' fumble
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[Verse - Eboni Eyes]
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Skin tight denim, fat ass in 'em
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I can tell by the way he lookin' at me I can pimp him
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This nigga herre lame, he got no game
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His shoes ran over wit' a fake ass chain
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Never big spenders, on my agenda
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Get him to surrender, colder than December
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I'm rockin' my stilettos, box of Ameretto's
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Before the night is over I'ma probably have to check hoes
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[Hook - J-Kwon] - x2
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Show your ass, gon' hit the flo'
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Show your ass, gon' hit the flo'
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Show your ass, gon' hit the flo'
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Show your ass, gon' hit the flo'
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[J-Kwon] (repeat until fade)
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Show your ass
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Show Your A**
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| J-Kwon |
