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It was one |
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Saturday night in |
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June now I clearly remember |
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I seen this whore that |
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I met in December |
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The bitch didn't wanna give me no play |
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But she heard us at the concert the other day |
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Now the shit about to fall in place |
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I just seen her rode bye with a smile on her face |
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Tiltin' my hat makin' sure it's in place |
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Hopin' I'll be the next nigga to taste her pace |
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That mother****in' lot round the strip |
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Grippin' on my dick haters don't trip |
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Got a muth****in' 40 cal in the spot ready |
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For a nigga that think |
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I'm gone slip |
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Chevy thang, slow, clean, chrome face, gold |
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D'sBitches ridin' up in my shit man |
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I'm tellin' these hoes please |
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I had to speak to soon her comes a hoe |
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Nigga she got game |
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First thing she ask me was whats my name |
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And I'm ridin' in that |
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Chevy thang |
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She knows goddamn well who |
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I amBut since she wanna playa hate in response |
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I was tellin' the hoe my name was |
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DavanteSwing now the mutha****a ditchin' |
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Playa like me tryin to get down in it |
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Gotta keep it key low with the hoe |
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In the mutha****in', |
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Pala with the windows tinted playa |
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I got this wild and 'bout it bitch |
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Just give me two days to hit the shit |
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Better get your exercise on the third day |
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Prophet Posse gonna take care ya |
