| Let’s go someplace, so I can lace you up
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| I need a thug bitch, about as raw as they come
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| Hold me down, hold my dick, cover my shit, it’s on
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| (Blaze)
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| Hey love, do them titties got a name
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| This is dead body game let me see you shakin' something
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| I ain’t impressed by hoes with attitudes
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| I’m impressed by the way them hoes is mad at you
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| I ain’t spending honey real G’s don’t shed funds
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| I ain’t sensitive like Brian McKnight, I’m tryin' to f**k
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| Remy and Coke, dick all in and out of your throat
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| Until that bitch started to choke, no joke
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| Hey you (Who me?)
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| That’s right (What's up?)
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| Let’s go someplace, so I can lace you up
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| I need a thug bitch, about as raw as they come
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| Hold me down, hold my dick, cover my shit, it’s on
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| Hey bitch, do your momma know you outside
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| Hanging in the passenger window, of my hoo-ride
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| And I can barely see the ass, stacked off in the pants, and she talking real
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| fast
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| The bitch kinda smelt like fish and chips
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| But boy did she have a set of dick sucking lips
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| Told her what she wanted to hear, so I could get all in her cat
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| Dead homie all up in her cat, now picture that
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| Hey you (Who me?)
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| That’s right (What's up?)
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| Let’s go someplace, so I can lace you up
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| I need a thug bitch, about as raw as they come
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| Hold me down, hold my dick, cover my shit, it’s on
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| Hey bitch hoe, I need a thug bitch hoe
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| What’s you say you let me keep a hold of all your bankroll
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| I won’t spend it all in one place
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| And I can shoot a load to cover your whole waist
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| All up in your face like a true thug
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| All in your shit, in my eyes you only worth what you come with
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| I want shit like your pockets
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| But what about the 'dro?
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| Come on you know I got um
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| Hey you (Who me?)
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| That’s right (What's up?)
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| Let’s go someplace, so I can lace you up
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| I need a thug bitch, about as raw as they come
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| Hold me down, hold my dick, cover my shit, it’s on |