I say what’s up where that it
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You gonna work your body,
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Imma throw out these tips,
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Imma make you somebody.
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Let me call you my bitch,
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Let me call you my bitch,
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Can I call you my bitch?
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I say what’s up where that it
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You gonna work your body,
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Imma throw out these tips,
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Imma make you somebody.
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Let me call you my bitch,
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Let me call you my bitch,
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Can I call you my bitch?
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You know when is us, you can smell the great touch in the air.
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Got a fist full of 20’s, don’t be a dummy, girl, bring that over here.
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Say, don’t be acting bougie about it, like you were buff,
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You know I’m not your groupie you’re trying to fall in love.
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Take a couple shots, girl, get ready,
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Turn around, let me see your body back.
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Imma catch you up on your rear.
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Yeah, tonight I’m gonna make you somebody, yeah
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Tonight I’m gonna make you somebody, baby.
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I say what’s up where that it
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You gonna work your body,
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Imma throw out these tips,
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Imma make you somebody.
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Let me call you my bitch,
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Let me call you my bitch,
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Can I call you my bitch?
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I say what’s up where that it
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You gonna work your body,
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Imma throw out these tips,
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Imma make you somebody.
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Let me call you my bitch,
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Let me call you my bitch,
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Can I call you my bitch?
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Shawty wanna be famous, ass so big, put her on my A list,
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And I land her like achus, she next to me like a neighbor
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I start her down at her ankles, I moved up to her naval,
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My next move is fatal, one leg on the bed, other on the table
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It’s going down like escalator, Ben Franklin and the twenty separate,
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Trying to get her body naked, fuck, y’all no country septed
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I roll like that, show y’all something, you ain’t even ever sound like that
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Bow like that, fuck you, girl, and the pussy good, we hit the mall like that.
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Got a whole lot of honeys and a thousand in my pocket right now, right now
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Can I make you an offer? How much gonna cost it to take you down?
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I got it, you know it, let me catch you out here, hold it.
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Speed game so tight, think I wrote this,
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Baby, let’s move forward, get focused.
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Don’t tell your momma that you’re fucking with a brother, I already got artist gold shit
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Try to be locate, ‘cause your favorite rap bitch try to blow me.
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Roll in, Rolex, relax, as she just gave me head in the front seat.
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Dog tense, so they don’t see, skid it out slowly, eyes that know me.
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I say what’s up where that it
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You gonna work your body,
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Imma throw out these tips,
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Imma make you somebody.
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Let me call you my bitch,
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Let me call you my bitch,
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Can I call you my bitch?
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I wanna make you somebody, girl.
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Make You Somebody
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| Sterling Simms |
