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[chorus]4x |
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Shake that ass ho |
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Make that cash ho |
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[verse one] |
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My name aint michael, i got a pickel |
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That you could suck ho, for 'bout a nickel |
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Diamonds that glisten, you'll come up missin |
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**** with these hitmen, bullets be spittin |
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Man i'm a mother****er out here wit myself |
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Try to play tough guy, that's bad for yo health |
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Hoes in the club man, shakin and shakin |
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Tricks showin love man, bring home the bacon |
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Takin ya game to the v.i.p.p. room |
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Ho suck a dick up just like a vacuum |
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Boom from the bass and the song got ya jerkin |
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Man show ya gold teeth, these hoes be lookin |
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Rolled up a sucka, they'll put the charge too |
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I'm quick to buck ya, bitch i don't admire you |
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Either it's my way, or hit the highway |
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Project's the pastor, have glocks then we'll spray |
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[chorus]4x |
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Shake that ass ho |
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Make that cash ho |
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[verse two] |
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Hoes like to **** ya, then call ya baby |
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Then drive ya crazy, ho you can save me |
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Save all that bullshit, drama and actin |
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Preachin's for pulpits, quit dat lip flappin |
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Dog, i'm attackin, heads gon' be crackin |
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Steps outta line and you gets a pimp smackin |
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Who wear the pants bitch, who made these pants bitch |
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You shake and dance bitch, i'm just your man bitch |
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I like affection, not a infection |
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Ho, you burn me bullets come yo direction |
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If you sadictic, don't you step to this |
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Freaky and pity, ho we can do this |
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Man i grew to this, playa it's in me |
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Up there is where these green leaves'll send me |
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Keep to the game be yo conversation |
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Straight to the brain man, that rules the nation |
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Shake that ass ho... |
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Pop (pop) dat pussy ho...('til fade) |
