That bitch thirsty
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That bitch thirsty
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She ain't the wife type, she the tap twice type,
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She throw it at me like a pitcher,
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Hangin mad 'cause nigga don't kiss her,
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Man the whole life, she ain't have no life
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Until she stop fucking with the young nigga
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I'm the king in this bitch like silver, uh the D,
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I swear to God she love it, but she tooo on it
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She'll never catch us together in public,
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No rolling with the baddest shot,
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Gone and she killing hoes,
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Drop dead, silly hoes, give em now like titty hoe,
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Walk up in the party and it's not nothing I'm like
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Turn up bitch, you better pop something,
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Got them leggins on, then you better drop something
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No ratches on the TU you better cop something
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Word, word, young nigga with a mission,
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The stroke is God given and it's the heaven edition
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It's the shit that got us sippin, wanna get it but she too on it,
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so I don't really want it probably hit it in the morning and
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[Hook:]
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Damn, she can get it the sun
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Shawty looking like she need that
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Right now I don't want it, but she can get it
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She keep telling me she need that,
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I'm a keep it one hundred,
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Baby girl you two want it, I'm a keep it one hundred [x4]
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Baby girl you two want it, so I don't really want it.
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Bitch I'm guaped up no way I could stop this,
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Shit you could see you bossed up,
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Then we wear ties here, no truth no dare,
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It's no game, let me know you win this things
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So something for the team if you ain't no one
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Shawty you irrelevant, I got a better bitch and she hella thick
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Long hair, don't care and some never give,
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Nigga twisting up turn up hear the bass hit,
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She can get it, wait a minute,
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Is that the same bitch to keep me begging me for attention
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The same bitch to keep telling me that she with it,
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Shawty say the same shit every time that she get me to listen,
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Shawty want me to hit it, even know I quit it
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Even know fly niggas stay with them fly bitches
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Shawty used to be fly, now she with them red bitches
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Wake up and get text bitches but they givin head bitches
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[Hook]
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Have you feelin proper, sex game proper,
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Name day Sean, she like to call me papa
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The way she yell it out, Sean like singin Oprah
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Beat it up when I'm ghost, hasta manana
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Can't stay for long, she'll be tryin to cut though
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I ain't with that, we another couple,
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Whenever I'm around, she'll be too on it
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And that's the main reason why I don't want it,
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She always tell me, baby what it do,
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I'm so in love with you, we are the perfect two,
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I'm looking back I don't like, who you're talking to,
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I know you're acting me, why you're acting brand new
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I know she really like me, I try to have mercy,
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And give her a chance but she so thirsty,
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Claiming I'm a nigga, I'm instagram face booking Twitter
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I can't fuck with her, forget her.
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[Hook]
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Toooo On It
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The Rangers |