| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Trigga
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| Hunnid bags
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| I just out here lookin' for a freak-freak, freak
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| Freak-freak, freak
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| Hunnid bags when I’m walkin' out the mall
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| Hunnid bags when I’m walkin' out the mall, yeah
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| She said, «Daddy, can you show me how to ball?»
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| Yeah
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| Hunnid bags when I’m walkin' out the mall, yeah
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| She said, «Daddy, can you show me how to ball?»
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| She gon' give me gooshy gooshy in my flipflops
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| Your bitch on my arm like a wristwatch
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| Four Seasons, one pitstop
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| Throat leakin' on drip drop
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| Tell your nig', say aight, pull them panties to the side
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| To the left, to the right, show you right
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| That was tight, yeah, I like, do that shit I like
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| Yeah, I like, do that shit I like
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| Tory
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| And I can make it drippy as you like (Drip, drip)
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| Got this way of doin' what’chu like (Skrrt)
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| Pull up outside, yeah, I might
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| Love it when you suck it, lowkey, like it when you bite
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| You keep doin' good and I’ma do you in Dubai
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| Fuck it, got a ticket, have her flyin' through the sky
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| Dials on my wristwatch, it don’t tick tock
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| Sellin' dope to get it, you gon' need a big block
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| She ain’t top ten, she can get the liplock
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| But she bad enough to stuff it in the Ziploc
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| Put it on the side, I didn’t notice
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| Know you got that flower bomb like a lotus
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| You about that action, yeah, I know
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| But can you get it from the tip top? |
| Head in my flip flops
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| Hunnid bags when I’m walkin' out the mall
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| She said, «Daddy, can you show me how to ball?»
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| She gon' give me gooshy gooshy in my flipflops
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| Your bitch on my arm like a wristwatch
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| Four Seasons, one pitstop
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| Throat leakin' on drip drop
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| Tell your nig', say aight, pull them panties to the side
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| To the left, to the right, show you right
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| That was tight, yeah, I like, do that shit I like
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| Yeah, I like, do that shit I like
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| Baby, you the realest one afterall
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| I know what your body sayin', we don’t have to talk
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| Doorman know your name, he don’t have to call
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| Focus on your brain with no Adderall
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| I be runnin' through your lane like it’s basketball
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| When I knock your body down, don’t you waterfall
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| Take out the noosebleeds, put you where you 'sposed to be
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| Girl, you been so far away, I just need you close to me
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| If my name on her thang, everybody know it’s me
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| I can’t even roll in peace, everybody know it’s me
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| Jesus piece, Rosary, I could see heavenly
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| Get’cha bustin' like heavy artillery
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| And it’s music to my ears, auxillary
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| Put your legs in the air if you feelin' me
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| Hunnid bags when I’m walkin' out the mall
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| She said, «Daddy, can you show me how to ball?»
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| She gon' give me gooshy gooshy in my flipflops
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| Your bitch on my arm like a wristwatch
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| Four Seasons, one pitstop
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| Throat leakin' on drip drop
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| Tell your nig', say aight, pull them panties to the side
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| To the left, to the right, show you right
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| That was tight, yeah, I like, do that shit I like
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| Yeah, I like, do that shit I like |