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(Mr. Collipark) |
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Yeah! |
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Collipark in the house! |
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We got Bun B, Ying Yang Twins |
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Collipark drop them beats that'll rock your world (that's right) |
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We got Bun B and Ying Yang in this thang so |
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Git, git, git, git, git, git, git, git, git it girl |
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(Chorus) |
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Git it, git it (git it girl) |
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Git it, git it, git it girl |
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Git it, git it (git it girl) |
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Git it, git it, git it girl |
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Git, git, git, git, git, git, git it girl |
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Git, git, git, git, git, git, git it girl |
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Git, git, git, git, git, git, git, git, git, git, git, git, git, git, git |
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(Show them hoes whatchu workin wit) |
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(Ying Yang Twins - Verse 1) |
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Baby gotta eat, you betta get right |
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Magic City Monday, that's the crunk night |
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The Petrone get a nigga gut shiverin' |
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Sight for sore eyes, these hoes be deliverin' |
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Pussy poppin and shakin', brangin' home the bacon |
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These hoes is for the takin', no clothes that mean they naked |
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What the hell you waitin' on, your ass betta git it |
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There's girls in the clubs, ya betta come on wit it |
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Drop it, pop it, shake it, roll it, whoa |
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Bitch got a nigga dick sittin on swoll |
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Losin control off the liquor |
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Damn I like the way she put that thang on a nigga |
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She playin with my mind, see the bitch is fine |
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I can't make her mine, but I can drop her down |
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You want her to dance, this yo chance |
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Naked in the club with his prince showin in his pants |
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(Chorus) |
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(Bun B - Verse 2) |
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Damn, look at that face, look at those eyes |
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Look at them hips, look at them thighs |
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Got that Apple Bottom, Baby Phat top |
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Baby girl, you a bad mutha- (boy stop) |
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Girl, I ain't trippin' and I ain't hatin' |
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But I been watchin and I been waitin' |
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Like the way that you shake that thang |
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Lookin like you finna break that thang |
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You need to let me take that thang with me back to the pad |
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Cuz when I put it on ya, betcha won't be mad |
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You know I go hard and I go deep |
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And it's all night long, we don't need no sleep |
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I'll have ya doin thangs that your last man couldn't |
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Lick the lollipop while I play with the puddin' |
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Yeah, you said you wouldn't |
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I knew you would |
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Don't be scared, it's all good |
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Go on, git it |
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(Chorus) |
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(Ying Yang Twins - Verse 3) |
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Drop it down low, hoe shake that shit |
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Lift up for a nigga, get loose wit it bitch |
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Go down, if ya really want some |
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Get ya ass on the floor and get crunk |
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Money comes and goes, so its best ya get ya ass on the floor |
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Start poppin that pussy, then gettin it low |
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I got 10, 20, 30, 40, 50 dolla bills |
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So yo ass can get crunk, show me all yo skills |
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Keep it real, even though I know you a lady |
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You still in the booty club, naked, shakin |
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Hoe back seat door, show me whatcha got |
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Janga, janga, janga, janga, janga, janga, for a hot bill |
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Bitch get crunk, let me see ya hit a split |
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Bounce ya ass up and down like ya ridin on a dick |
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I came to the club to put some money in ya world |
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So git it, git it, git it, git it, git it, git it girl |
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(Chorus) |
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(Ying Yang Twins) |
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Git it girl |
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Git it girl |
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Git it Git it Git it girl |
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Git it Git it Git it girl |
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Git it Git it Git it girl |
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Git it Git it |
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Show them hoes whatchu workin wit |
