(Intro)
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See now I went to the club and I ran into this girl
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And she was telling bout how she feel and everything
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Her name was New York
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But she said Troy listen
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(Pre-Hook)
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She said yo new shit pumpin, you make us so proud
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We¡¯ve been wantin something this good for a while
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But I¡¯m not fooled dimples on yo face
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Cus when we dances I felt that fit full on yo waist
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And you know
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(Hook)
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She like my style, she like my flows
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It ain¡¯t no truck involved, she knows
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I came for far from being low
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Been on my grind and now it shows
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Ain¡¯t nobody round who sound like this
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We ain¡¯t the same, they rode that dick
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Fuck them lames, get down with this
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Pop champagne, girl shake yo hips
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(Verse)
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White feeter with the cake
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She got the long hair, ain¡¯t nothing fake
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All blue thong with the stars on it
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Layin in my bed and she all on it
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The one back before I burn the cat
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Two steppin in the club with my dogs all strapped
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There for dough, playin with the bitches
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A flashy young nigga before we took the pictures
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I can take yo number, can¡¯t be yo man
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But you can act like it in yo Instagram
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I like flippin grands and you like me
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And if you into getting money baby you like me
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Come on, I¡¯m out here, sound the alarm
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I heard one good girl is worth 1000 whores
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One good song is worth 1000 tones
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So before proceed wit yo boy
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(Pre-Hook)
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She said yo new shit pumpin, you make us so proud
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We¡¯ve been wantin something this good for a while
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But I¡¯m not fooled dimples on yo face
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Cus when we dances I felt that fit full on yo waist
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And you know
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(Hook)
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She like my style, she like my flows
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It ain¡¯t no truck involved, she knows
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I came for far from being low
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Been on my grind and now it shows
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Ain¡¯t nobody round who sound like this
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We ain¡¯t the same, they rode that dick
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Fuck them lames, get down with this
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Pop champagne, girl shake yo hips
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(Verse)
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Shawty got a thing for me, it¡¯s only right I slide with her
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Spoil with money ice and there was G¡¯s there sayin
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Poppin like I¡¯m celebratin, spend a week in the pane
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Next two cities I¡¯mma sleep on the plane
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One time for keeping it real
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Still in yo heart where you stay
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Liftin yo feet up, like the marksman I aim to leave em
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Sometimes for all these non-believers, now we even
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I think your run is a public of line up out of the seasons
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You¡¯re beside me for a reason
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Come check the breeze out with the flyest nigga breathing
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Everything here is mine for keeping
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I see you¡¯re reaching
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You want that vibe back
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Bodies on my Hawaii hat, gotta be in my Palm rap still
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Catch a contact, chill
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Gather yo mind back
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We in from the gutter baby, hold out, shine that
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New faces every morning, I recover
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Feeling like we never knew each other
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(Pre-Hook)
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She said yo new shit pumpin, you make us so proud
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We¡¯ve been wantin something this good for a while
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But I¡¯m not fooled dimples on yo face
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Cus when we dances I felt that fit full on yo waist
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And you know
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(Hook)
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She like my style, she like my flows
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It ain¡¯t no truck involved, she knows
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I came for far from being low
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Been on my grind and now it shows
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Ain¡¯t nobody round who sound like this
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We ain¡¯t the same, they rode that dick
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Fuck them lames, get down with this
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Pop champagne, girl shake yo hips
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Your Style
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Troy Ave |