Already got what I rolled up
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in my left hand
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Pussy on my mind
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tighter than a headband
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Kush in my lungs
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got ganja in my sweat glands
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This shit I’m on
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better than the next strand
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Than the next strand
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better than the next strand
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She head down
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booty poppin’ in a headstand
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I shine bright
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I’ll give your girl a slight tan
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I make that pussy whistle
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like the Old Spice man
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I don’t even understand why
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she’d ever want a man
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If she ever throw it
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I’ll catch it like a quarterback
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like a quarterback
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that’s an interception
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You think I give a fuck
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That’s a misconception
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Oh what a night
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oh what a night
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The roof is on fire
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so what I’m high
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Oh what a night
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oh what a night
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Yeah she a bad bitch
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all jokes aside
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Aye look at baby over there
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Wassup Lil’ mama come here
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She started talking
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but I really couldn’t hear her
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‘Til she started dancin’
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like she do it in the mirror
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Like she do it in the mirror
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Like she do it in the mirror
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She broke it bounce body
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movin’ like Shakira
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Like she do it in the mirror
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I chop one chop two
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chop that ass down
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Chop that ass down
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chop chop that ass down
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All I want you to do
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is just drop that ass down
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Drop drop that ass down now
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look back at it
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Whistling Dixie
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In middle school I was getting
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head on a ten speed
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Gigolo bloodline
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pimping hereditary
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Black on 28s
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it remind me of February
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Dare you could fuck with me
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that would be Nevuary
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Dead ass rappers
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should’ve came with a cemetery
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I am so cold nigga
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like Ben and Jerry
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Fill a nigga deal a nigga
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kill a nigga obituary
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My vision blurry
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these bitches flirting
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I’ve been drinking all night
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I think my kidney’s hurting
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So I close the curtains on the 62
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Her ass’ll knock your ass out
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you’d better stick and move
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Chain hang to my ding a lang
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Chain hang chain hang
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to my ding a lang
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To do a threesome
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you’ve got to intervene
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Her legs so sexy
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when I’m in between
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Hey looking baby over there
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What's up your mama come here
|
She started talking
|
but I really couldn’t hear her
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‘Til she started dancin’
|
like she do it in the mirror
|
Like she do it in the mirror
|
Like she do it in the mirror
|
She broke it bounce body
|
movin’ like Shakira
|
Like she do it in the mirror
|
I chop one chop two
|
chop that ass down
|
Chop that ass down
|
chop chop that ass down
|
All I want you to do
|
is just drop that ass down
|
Drop drop that ass down now
|
look back at it
|
She do it like she do it
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in the mirror
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Be cautious the booty
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is bigger than it appear
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She speed it up and slow it down
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like she’s switching gears
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I’m lookin’ for
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the baddest one here
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I tell her like do that there
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do that there
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You’ve got to stretch it out
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girl move that there
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She bent it over and touched her
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toes when she took that there
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Like hut one hut two girl
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who back there
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Who back there
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I’m back there
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I could take a step back and sip
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my cognac there
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Picture perfect body
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that’s a Kodak there
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Now make a nigga feel welcome
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like a doormat stair
|
I’m like oh what a night
|
oh what a night
|
The roof is on fire
|
so what I’m high
|
I’m like oh
|
what a night
|
oh what a night
|
That’s a bad bitch
|
all jokes aside
|
Hey looking baby over there
|
What's up your mama come here
|
She started talking
|
but I really couldn’t hear her
|
‘Til she started dancin’
|
like she do it in the mirror
|
Like she do it in the mirror
|
Like she do it in the mirror
|
She broke it bounce body
|
movin’ like Shakira
|
Like she do it in the mirror
|
I chop one chop two
|
chop that ass down
|
Chop that ass down
|
chop chop that ass down
|
All I want you to do
|
is just drop that ass down
|
Drop drop that ass down now
|
look back at it
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HeadBand (Feat. 2 Chainz)
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| B.o.B |
