| Ain’t nobody as hot as us
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| East side, west side, north side, south side
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| Let’s ride, uh, the GOAT is now taking over the building
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| It’s time for some of that ol', that good ol'
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| Yankee up north Dirty south, Yankee music
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| Uh, it ain’t where you from, homey
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| It’s how hot you are, Nicolette, let’s -- come on
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| I be that, girl who straight pop from the N. Y
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| Doing my thing, all day, yeah it’s her
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| Nicolette on the track, matter fact, bring it back
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| Tell me what you think about her
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| Who you know wit a flow so loco
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| On a dirty south track from the N.Y. though
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| I be on it, I be on it, ya’ll cats don’t really want it
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| Ya’ll don’t want it, ya’ll just fronting, homeboy, then back up off me
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| I’m a young fly soldier, thought I told ya, wack cats is gon' be over
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| I’m a supernova, controller, anything that I get I hold up
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| I’m a supernova, controller, anything that I get I hold up
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| Take it back up to the N.Y., show 'em how we do, what we do and why
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| Keep ballin' in our ride, driving show, I pass 'em by
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| You see our paper, haters hating but it’s still all good
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| And if you looking for me, you can catch me in my hood
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| Just doing my thing, got the ring bling, don’t get it misunderstood
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| Nicolette, LL, on the same track, bring it back, tell me what you
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| Think about that
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| Boys trynna holla, but I ain’t having that
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| You better have game, you better come correct
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| Ya Girl Nicolette, don’t like lame cats
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| Tell me what you think about that, let’s go
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| Love that you made money, really don’t matter
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| If I see her from a far, this what I yell at her
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| Hey, over there, over there
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| Ho, get over here, get over here
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| In your club with your girls, I’m in here with my mans
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| Won’t your girls meet my boys, we can all be friends
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| Hey, over there, over there
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| Ho, get over here, get over here
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| Got to get it popping, the track is knocking, the Bentley’s rocking
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| Overdose I’m suppose to roast 'em, with every bar I’m dropping
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| Every time I drop they copping, every single line I lay is locking
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| You a hater, boy, stop your plotting, it’ll be your blood we mopping
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| Talk about that major flavor, keyed up, cut like a razor
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| Lyrically I stake and bake ya, you can see I get that paper
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| Wear jet black like Darth Vader, hopping out on playa haters
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| It’s in my n-n-nature, never been a smoother operator
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| Switch it up, hit it up, get it up, let it up
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| Your girl from the back, like giddy up
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| How come I run, you like my son, I blow the whole god damn city up
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| Inside that long white milky Bentley like I just picked Diddy up
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| Think about that while you doubt that, you a fake mac, you can’t count that
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| Hop all off then I bounce back, got 'em looking a wolf pack outback
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| I’m from where them GOAT GOAT, shout that
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| Ask Master P, I’m bout that
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| Everybody know I’m holding, in the party, pocket swollen
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| Rock and rolling, competition catching coals in they colon
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| What up ya’ll, ya’ll know us
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| Know the party ain’t ill til we show up
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| Once we hit the scene, the chicks go nuts
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| Sorry if I intervene, ma, but so what
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| Pour more cups of the drink, cups of the guz stop
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| Til I’m all drunk in the place, burn the kush to the face
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| Making the dudes wanna hate, cuz we them new dudes in the state
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| Yeah, we in the club just chilling, B, yeah, baby feeling me
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| Feel like a barbecue, shorty keep grilling me up
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| In the club doing stacks where a ceiling be
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| Do it well, ask LL dog feeling me
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| Dudes not feeling me, because we walked in the door
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| Looking flyer than airplanes, it’s not touching the floor
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| It do what it do, get the flow get you, and it move
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| The body move to the tune, yessir
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| DJ let it boom in the room
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| Shit’s just there, like and now your boy here
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| We hot like June, gon' drop real soon let 'em know that Queens in the house
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| We jam ride from to the north to the side, I’m a young back, just shut
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| Your mouth
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| Shut your mouth, turn it around, shake a little bit, drop down to the ground
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| Most of the time, don’t stop or pound, before we wasn’t it but be popping now
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| Popping now, people love us when we dropping the sound
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| Come to your hood, we be rocking your town
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| Go to the show we rocking the crowd, get gwop by the thou', wow |
| Come on and roll wit the kid, back to the crib
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| Car real fast, bed real big
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| Just like that, I’mma get them stacks
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| Got 'em screaming out, my neck, my back
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| Work it all night, this ain’t no tease
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| You gonna be scarred, I’mma sweat that weave
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| Now you can’t drive, it’s too much speed
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| Just sit back and enjoy that breeze
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| In the whip today, but not tomorrow
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| That’s the life of a superstar
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| Wanna be involved, better be aware
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| Ticky Diamondz got women everywhere
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| Do it on the floor, stairs to the chair
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| Do it on the beat, please, hands to stare
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| Got you on the beach, you out somewhere
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| Got your girl screaming that it ain’t that fair
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| Baby come true, got enough bread
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| Switch to the truck, nothing more said
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| Kid don’t play, just do clean
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| That’s what it is, when I come from Queens
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| Do my lean, big black truck
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| Coming through like I’m moving that stuff
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| I just get checks, just get neck
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| Girls I’m afraid, running round butt nake
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| Gotta go, back to the grind
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| Back to the tracks, back to the rhymes
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| Burn a little haze, I let my rhyme --- |