| I beep my horn and they come to the car
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| damn right, they come to a star
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| that’s right, it comes with the car
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| Now tell ya boss, you can’t come in tommorow
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| my dro, come by the jar
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| They bring me drinks, why come by the bar?
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| Naw niggar, I ain’t come here to spar
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| These hollow tips? |
| I’ll come were you are
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| Stomp through, Smooth with the soliders
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| Two stepping, Moving ma shoulders
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| Now the moneys rolling in
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| We got bottles lined up like bowling pins
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| Mami, You stearing with a slouch
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| Stearing at me, While am standing on the coach
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| Come and get in a blue flames
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| Have a sip with a blue shit, Let rock!
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| Chorus
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| Now you know i don’t usually do this
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| (but you looking good tonight)
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| And you know i don’t usually do this
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| (But you gon smoke tonight)
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| Now you know i don’t usually do this
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| (But you gon drink tonight)
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| Now you know i don’t usually do this
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| (But you gon fuck tonight)
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| Verse 2
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| Now, Whose hot?, Whose not?
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| I could take a few shots you got
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| I could burn a few knots you got
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| I could blow a few spots you got
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| But, I chill, I will
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| Get it the popping when ever i feel
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| I still shut it down
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| And am white and yellow studed down
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| Watching pretty girls strut it round
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| Take the birdies and plot it down
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| Like tiger woods did it
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| But am hood with it
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| You never seen a thug looked this good with it
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| And i promise that, Fuck with me
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| You better move where «sadam"is at
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| You see am in here with the white ones on
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| Tryna get fucked up, Before the lights come on?
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| Chorus |