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Ain't nobody as hot as us |
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East side, west side, north side, south side |
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Let's ride, uh, the |
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Goat is now taking over the building |
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It's time for some of that ol', that good ol' |
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Yankee up north dirty south, |
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Yankee music |
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Uh, it ain't where you from, homey |
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It's how hot you are, |
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Nicolette, let's, come on |
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I be that, girl who straight pop from the |
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N.Y.Doing my thing, all day, yeah, it's her |
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Nicolette on the track, matter fact, bring it back |
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Tell me what you think about her |
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Who you know with a flow so loco |
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On a dirty south track from the |
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N.Y. though |
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I be on it, |
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I be on it, y'all cats don't really want it |
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Y'all don't want it, y'all just fronting, homeboy |
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Then back up off me |
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I'm a young fly soldier |
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Thought I told ya, wack cats is gon' be over |
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I'm a supernova, controller, anything that |
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I get I hold up |
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I'm a supernova, controller, anything that |
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I get I hold up |
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Take it back up to the |
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N.Y.Show 'em how we do, what we do and why |
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Keep ballin' in our ride, driving show, |
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I pass 'em by |
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You see our paper, haters hating but it's still all good |
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And if you looking for me |
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You can catch me in my hood |
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Just doing my thing, got the ring bling |
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Don't get it misunderstood |
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Nicolette, |
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LL, on the same track |
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Bring it back, tell me what you, think about that |
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Boys tryin' to holla but |
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I ain't having that |
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You better have game, you better come correct |
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Ya Girl Nicolette, don't like lame cats |
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Tell me what you think about that, let's go |
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Love that you made money, really don't matter |
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If I see her from a far, this what |
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I yell at her |
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Hey, over there, over there |
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Ho, get over here, get over here |
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In your club with your girls, |
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I'm in here with my mans |
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Won't your girls meet my boys, we can all be friends |
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Hey, over there, over there |
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Ho, get over here, get over here |
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Got to get it popping |
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The track is knocking, the |
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Bentley's rocking |
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Overdose I'm suppose to roast 'em |
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With every bar |
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I'm dropping |
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Every time |
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I drop they copping |
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Every single line |
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I lay is locking |
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You a hater, boy, stop your plotting |
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It'll be your blood we mopping |
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Talk about that major flavor, keyed up, cut like a razor |
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Lyrically |
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I stake and bake ya, you can see |
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I get that paper |
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Wear jet black like |
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Darth Vader, hopping out on playa haters |
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It's in my n-n-nature, never been a smoother operator |
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Switch it up, hit it up, get it up, let it up |
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Your girl from the back like giddy up |
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How come I run, you like my son |
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I blow the whole god damn city up |
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Inside that long white milky |
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BentleyLike |
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I just picked |
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Diddy upThink about that while you doubt that |
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You a fake mac, you can't count that |
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Hop all off then |
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I bounce back |
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Got 'em looking a wolf pack outback |
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I'm from where them |
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Goat, Goat, shout that |
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Ask Master |
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P, I'm bout that |
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Everybody know |
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I'm holding |
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In the party, pocket swollen |
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Rock and rolling |
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Competition catching coals in they colon |
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Love that you made money, really don't matter |
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If I see her from a far, this what |
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I yell at her |
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Hey, over there, over there |
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Ho, get over here, get over here |
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In your club with your girls, |
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I'm in here with my mans |
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Won't your girls meet my boys, we can all be friends |
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Hey, over there, over there |
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Ho, get over here, get over here |
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What up y'all, y'all know us |
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Know the party ain't |
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I'll til we show up |
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Once we hit the scene, the chicks go nuts |
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Sorry if I intervene, ma but so what |
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Pour more cups of the drink, cups of the guz stop |
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Til I'm all drunk in the place, burn the kush to the face |
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Making the dudes wanna hate' |
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Cause we them new dudes in the state |
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Yeah, we in the club just chilling, |
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B, yeah, baby feeling me |
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Feel like a barbecue, shorty keep grilling me up |
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In the club doing stacks where a ceiling be |
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Do it well, ask |
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LL dog feeling me |
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Dudes not feeling me, because we walked in the door |
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Looking flyer than airplanes, it's not touching the floor |
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It do what it do, get the flow get you, and it move |
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The body move to the tune, yessir |
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DJ let it boom in the room |
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Shit's just there like and now your boy here |
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We hot like |
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June, gon' drop real soon |
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Let 'em know that |
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Queens in the house |
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We jam ride from to the north to the side |
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I'm a young back, just shut your mouth |
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Shut your mouth, turn it around |
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Shake a little bit, drop down to the ground |
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Most of the time, don't stop or pound |
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Before we wasn't it but be popping now |
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Popping now, people love us when we dropping the sound |
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Come to your hood, we be rocking your town |
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Go to the show we rocking the crowd |
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Get gwop by the thou', wow |
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Come on and roll with the kid, back to the crib |
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Car real fast, bed real big |
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Just like that, |
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I'm a get them stacks |
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Got 'em screaming out, my neck, my back |
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Work it all night, this ain't no tease |
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You gonna be scarred, |
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I'm a sweat that weave |
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Now you can't drive, it's too much speed |
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Just sit back and enjoy that breeze |
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In the whip today but not tomorrow |
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That's the life of a superstar |
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Wanna be involved, better be aware |
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Ticky Diamondz got women everywhere |
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Do it on the floor, stairs to the chair |
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Do it on the beat, please, hands to stare |
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Got you on the beach, you out somewhere |
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Got your girl screaming that it ain't that fair |
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Baby come true, got enough bread |
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Switch to the truck, nothing more said |
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Kid don't play, just do clean |
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That's what it is, when |
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I come from |
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QueensDo my lean, big black truck |
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Coming through like |
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I'm moving that stuff |
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I just get checks, just get neck |
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Girls I'm afraid, running round butt nake |
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Gotta go back to the grind |
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Back to the tracks, back to the rhymes |
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Burn a little haze, |
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I let my rhyme |
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Love that you made money, really don't matter |
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If I see her from a far, this what |
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I yell at her |
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Hey, over there, over there |
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Ho, get over here, get over here |
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In your club with your girls, |
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I'm in here with my mans |
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Won't your girls meet my boys, we can all be friends |
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Hey, over there, over there |
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Ho, get over here, get over here |