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Oh shhhh |
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Yo jon-john this track is crazy |
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[jon-john] |
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You know how i do |
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Browntown, roc-a-fella |
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[amil] |
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Where my ballers at? where my thugs at? |
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Where my fellows at? |
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Where my coins at? where my bitches at? |
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Where my ladies at? |
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Where my ballers at? where my thugs at? |
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Where my fellows at? |
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Where my coins at? where my bitches at? |
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Where my ladies at? |
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Let me know what tha deal, keep it real |
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If you wanna build |
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Ain't nothing wrong with a roughneck |
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Rockin' dirty timbs, baggy jeans, and a nice chest |
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What you do on the low? |
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You bling-bling |
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You's a thug for sure, i want ice cold ice, hit me off |
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Wanna break me off, you gotta break me off |
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Break me off |
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Chorus: |
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However you wanna get down |
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I can get down, baby, like you get down |
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You know i don't play around |
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If you got diamonds, maybe we can get down |
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However you wanna get down |
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I can get down, baby, like you get down |
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You know i don't play around |
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If you got diamonds, maybe we can get down, get down |
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Can i live? let me live, you want me |
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Then you gotta give |
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I'm a bad girl, such a bad girl |
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Not a hot girl, but a rock girl |
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Drive a drop girl |
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Hair is done, body's right |
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You wanna touch cause i'm just that tight |
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We can roll, we can stroll but i gotta let you know |
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I ain't giving out without doe |
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So if you wanna get with me |
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Then diamonds is what i need |
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You are what i need |
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And if you want to make me happy |
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Then give me some of your cream |
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Give it to me baby, give it to me, give it to me |
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[amil] |
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Rap: |
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Uh huh, yeah |
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Amilliyon, major coins |
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Uh |
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It be the brokest niggas always talking shit |
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I don't even notice niggas who can't offer shit |
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What that look like, a broke nigga flossin this |
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Major coin, meaning high costing bitch |
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Only a baller in fact can keep me in the minks |
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To the small of my back, i'm just keeping it real |
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Letting y'all know from the gate, no papes, no scrapes |
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You ain't hungry for it, no plates |
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Mother ****er you'll get clowned first |
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Treat you like a corner scrub slinging an ounce of dirt |
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Think about it, what sound worse? |
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Telling my coins you broke, or you drowned the purse? |
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See only official bitches wifey of a rich nigga |
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A smart bitch, **** with no trick niggas |
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Them grimy bitches **** with stick niggas |
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And a dumb bitch just **** you for your dick nigga |
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Chorus |
