| Check the system, get into the mix
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| Make you wanna run it back
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| Make you wanna scratch the itch
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| You see, me and Mykki burning rubber til your back aches
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| Yup. |
| You be catching no breaks
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| We gon' beez in the trap, we trap Bs
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| Fly and flexible that trapeze
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| No requests
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| But if you wanna spin this, we got the tricks up sleeves
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| Slave to the dance
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| Third eye open, body deep in a trance
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| My thighs so wet like I peed in my pants
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| Body high, body roll
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| Bully me if you can
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| It smells like sex and weed in this room
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| Club has zombies going dead in the
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| I took that molly, now I’m patting this dude
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| I give that good head monkey brain — Temple of Doom
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| Is you thinking, «Are we really gonna 3-way?»
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| Why allow them in the club? |
| The bouncers giving leeway
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| Bottle service bitches tryna throw mad shade
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| Bitches serving me the bottle, get the fuck out my face
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| Peace, peace, peace, peace, love, unity, respect
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| Yo, the homies got the acid and the weed on deck
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| This is local shit, what you know 'bout that?
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| Yo, damn this girl’s wilding, please keep her in check
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| Yo! |
| I love this song
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| This is good as it gets, let me fix my thong
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| Shake your ass to the left, you can do no wrong
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| Booty drop on the floor, yo this DJ’s bomb
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| Body banging like a gong, yeah you feel this groove?
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| Dancing all night long til my face can’t move
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| Speakers sound like a storm, it’s a bass typhoon
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| Sweat drip on the floor, now gimme some room
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| Coz tonight, I’m fucking the DJ
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| Tonight, I’m fucking the DJ
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| Coz tonight, I’m fucking the DJ
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| Tonight, I’m fucking the DJ…
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| Pop p-p-pop
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| Pussy pop the shots
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| Pop me a pill, watch it start to slow, pop
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| Kiss on my heel like you got a foot fetish
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| Spank on my booty til it 'bout to turn reddish
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| Jesus Cristo, what happened, yo?
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| Y’all fucked up coz my flow’s drugs, yo
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| Choke on my words it’s a verbal death sentence
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| Light you weak bitches up black pussies and incense |