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(feat. Sleepy Lee) |
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(Big Tuck:) |
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What's happening mama, let me shoot at you |
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I'm digging your style, I see you feeling me too |
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Let's hop in the slab, go to the lake front view |
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I got some'ing on my mind, I'd like to share it with you |
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The limo tint, the bank up loud |
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It's just me you, and this hydro cloud |
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Damn you fine, thinking out loud |
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You got the potentials, of what I'm thinking about |
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(my bottom bitch), I need some'ing to trust |
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And at the end of the night, you'll be the some'ing I touch |
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It's easy right now, cause my life's so plush |
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Plus my cabbage is up, I won't ask you for much |
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I hope you get the point, that I'm shooting at you |
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If I was down on my luck, I'd be counting on you |
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To be my bottom bitch, my bottom bitch |
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My bottom bitch, my mother****ing bottom bitch |
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(Hook: Sleepy Lee) |
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I don't mean to come at you like this, but girl I need a bottom bitch |
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My mother****ing bottom bitch, (one just like you |
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If my hustle don't work, I could count on you to be my bottom bitch) |
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My bottom bitch, (show me a grind |
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Before I invest my time, I need to know that you down |
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To be a bottom bitch), my bottom bitch-my bottom bitch-my bottom bitch |
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(Big Tuck:) |
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My game too real, I know that I got her |
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The flawless jewelry, I guess she know I'm a rider |
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Fresh out the shower, body covered in Prada |
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The brand new Benz, plus the whiff of Piscota |
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I'm fresh to death, you'll be fresh too |
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My world's off the chain, let me share it with you |
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You won't be the same, after a hour or two |
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First class to London, to the Madimalshu |
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For my bottom bitch, diamonds and pearls |
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Don't forget the passport, we bout to travel the world |
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And it's just like that |
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It's amazing to have a face, and a shape like that |
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Let's blaze this sack, take this stack |
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This what it feel like, to have mink on your back |
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This for my bottom bitch, my bottom bitch |
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My bottom bitch, my mother****ing bottom bitch |
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(Hook) |
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(Sleepy Lee:) |
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Baby it's some thangs, that I gotta know |
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Would you be around, if I was po' |
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If I lost a million dollars, in a day |
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Would you still treat my Tempo, like an Escalade |
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Or would you, leave me lonely |
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Thinking bout you only, I just gotta know baby |
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(Hook) |
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(Sleepy Lee singing) |
