| Know what I’m sayin?
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| I just feel like, do what you posed to do, dog
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| Right?
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| SOD, Soulja
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| Tell 'Em
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| Get at these niggas
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| Damb, all that ass
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| Like a missed call, I’m tryna call that back
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| No waitress, but I might tip her
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| No T-Pain, but I’m in love with a stripper
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| She get fried and crisp cut
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| After I stab her, she get stitched up
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| Walkin with a wobble, remind me of a model
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| Gucci what she got on, I’m waisted off the bottle
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| Then she 2d it up, so then I loosin up
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| Drunk talk the Goose, then I hit the blunt to boost it up
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| Do that shit, girl, work that back
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| Lookin kinda basic, you get ate like a midnight snack
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| I’m the one that likes them G strings
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| Booty, ass and thighs, I only believe in three things
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| She know I’m a baller, got bird banks
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| Made it rain, and made it look like it’s her birthday
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| She make it shake shake, and she make it jump jump
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| Now she got me spendin, and I can’t stop stop
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| Now get it, get it
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| I get it, I get it
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| Booty so big, lookin like it wobble
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| Booty so big, lookin like it wobble
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| Baby girl say meet her in the trap, but I know that is a trap
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| So I let her suck my dick, with my pistol in my lap
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| Shauty, I got a question, is you gon smash the clique?
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| She turned around, and bust it open like a bag of chips
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| I say «Look, I’m Soulja B, I came from rags to rich»
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| If I don’t know nothin, I know how to bag a bitch
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| Now pass the splif, and ignite the whip
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| I’m rich, what I look like fightin a bitch?
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| SOD, Imma rep that for life, you bitch
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| You can smell me for a mile, and you just scratch and sniff
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| These days, I ain’t gotta even ask to spit
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| Wobble down to the ground, all nice and shit
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| She make it shake shake, and she make it jump jump
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| Now she got me spendin, and I can’t stop stop
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| Now get it, get it
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| I get it, I get it
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| Booty so big, lookin like it wobble
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| Booty so big, lookin like it wobble |