| I see something I want, and poppy that’s you
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| So I’ll just be up front, I’m trying to roll with you
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| I see you eyeing me, as I am eyeing you
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| I guess the real in me, attracts the thug in you
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| Face like a model, body like a dancer
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| Turn heads in the club, make you wanna romance her
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| Drop top candy paint, sitting on spinners
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| Inureta in the front, in the back is Brenda
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| Rolita, Lolita
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| Sipping on tequila baby girl, nice to meet ya
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| Call me the Mill Man, I love to get paper
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| And if you single girl, I’d like to date ya
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| Shake them hips mami, let it dip mami
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| Rock it like a boat then, work it like a ship mami
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| Get a grip mami, you’re the shit mami
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| Take you to Joe’s, put some’ing on your wrist mami
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| I love, your whole thugged out side
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| That all, just drives me wild
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| Makes me, wanna be with you
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| Cause the real in me, attracts the thug in you
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| Soldier boys where y’all at, soldier girls where y’all at
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| Girl on the flo', like she doing that Mexican dance
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| Then the girl, wanna freak me
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| Hit me on my two-way, say she got some things she wanna teach me
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| She rubbing on her lip man, touching on my hips man
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| In V.I.P., almost ripped off my worst band
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| Whoa, shorty had too many tequilas
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| But I ain’t tripping, cause I’m really starting to feel her
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| Man this night, it can get like drill
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| I’m in a throwback jersey, that say P. Miller
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| I see something I want, and poppy that’s you
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| So I’ll just be up front, I’m trying to roll with you
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| I see you eyeing me, as I am eyeing you
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| I guess the real in me, attracts the thug in you |