| Ee Ah Oh Ah Ah,
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| That means I love you if you got a ass.
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| Yes, ain’t no stoppin’there.
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| Let’s go, let’s go if you talkin'(like a player?)
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| Let’s go If your sittin at home talking to him on the phone,
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| And he aint’t call without a style of his own.
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| You wishin’that you was gone, throwin back up, what’s wrong?
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| You aint wrong cause you’d rather be with me in the zone.
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| Let’s go,
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| Sorry, your lady has been taken.
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| You can find yourself in the mall with the flo’shakin'.
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| And I aint even the one that’s bringin’her home to bake in.
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| You the one been talking bout kickin’my face in?
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| Let’s go,
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| You can do whateva you go to,
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| My rebel persona, that got me dressin’red as I wanna, I had her,
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| you’re stronger.
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| The problem is you’re dead as a coma.
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| You sickin’me, but I’m right here to put the medicine on ya.
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| Let’s go,
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| Got 'em all frightened up, and tightened.
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| You might be too late to get fights in with the bison.
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| It’s always 'citing, my ben’s real (gelrighfin?)
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| I ruined your life when i produced a licencse.
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| Let’s go Coming through the dough, hella fast, never slow, got the cash,
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| and the pedal to the flo'.
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| Let’s go'
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| If you wanna ride, let me know.
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| We can slide on the low.
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| Whatcha standin there fo'?
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| Let’s go,
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| You can hate cause I’m dippin’witcha mate.
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| Out the gate, let’s roll, let’s bounce, let’s skate.
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| Let’s go,
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| To the room, let’s go to the left.
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| Let’s go, Your boyfriend aint talkin''bout shit.
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| Post it up, squat low like a pig.
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| And know this patrol chasing whole motion nigga shit.
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| And i ain’t gotta decide to proceed without a grip.
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| So we can just do it movin’if it’s all on the bed.
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| Let’s go,
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| They likin’the skinny jeans and tha kicks.
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| And Judy Wells.
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| But I ain’t in the please and the trick.
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| I’m in the top.
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| With porche’s and keys to a set,
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| So sit back and let the engine breathe a lil bit.
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| Let’s Go,
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| But I’m highly in the hoochie holla are-o,
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| Money, all the beezy’s got it from my uncle Larry-o.
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| Superstar to me when I’m playin’on your radio.
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| Addicted to Regina when she ain’t a robbin’are-o.
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| Let’s go,
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| Cut, cutty, cowoonie’s best senario,
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| Kansas City to Oak,
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| My folks like Big Mac’s dare-o.
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| Tell 'em it’s raining game.
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| He’s soakin’up every drank.
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| Gonna give you a party for the marry-o,
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| DAMN.
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| Let’s go,
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| Coming through the dough, hella fast, never slow, got the cash,
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| and the pedal to the flo'.
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| Let’s go,
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| If you wanna ride, let me know.
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| We can slide on the low.
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| Whatcha standin there fo?
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| Let’s go,
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| You can hate cause I’m dippin witcha mate.
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| Out the gate, let’s roll, let’s bounce, let’s skate.
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| Let’s go,
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| To the room, let’s go, to the left.
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| Let’s go, Your boyfriend aint talkin’bout shit.
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| Get down, gotta get down, girl.
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| Is you ready to roll?
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| Well shit, let’s go.
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| Hit that KCM straight to the O.
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| I got that joke, sip that err.
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| What we call it fo?
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| I hit that err that got that urge to knockin’on yo do.
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| Get in this car. |
| I’m a star, you aint noticed yet?
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| Look at these shoes,
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| Look at these jewels shinin’on my neck.
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| I spit that denim then I send em in the remover denim,
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| And once I get 'em, then I bend 'em, and I can’t remember 'em.
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| I stay persistent and consistent when it comes to pimpin.
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| Your hoe gets sentenced from a sentance when it comes to repentance.
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| I go the distance when I hit your butt like I’m the midget.
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| Position touch it, position ship it, like I ain’t in it.
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| The arms are touchin’we gonna hit that.
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| I’m suckin’and bustin', I’m tryna hit her tat.
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| She said her dude rang,
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| But really he’s too lame.
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| Battlin’Tech N9NE, you know that we are too strange.
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| Coming through the dough, hella fast, never slow, got the cash,
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| and the peddle to the flo'.
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| Let’s go,
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| If you want a ride, let me know.
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| We can slide on the low.
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| Whatcha standin’there fo?
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| Let’s go,
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| You can hate, cuz I’m dippin’witcha mate.
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| Out the gate, let’s roll, let’s bounce, let’s skate.
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| Let’s go,
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| To the room, let’s go, to the left.
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| Let’s go, your boyfriend ain’t talkin''bout shit.
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| Let’s go. |