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(Intro) |
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Red bone first class got an attitude |
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Simmer down when the collar in the back room |
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She got the rubbin on my tattoos, little mama you's a natural |
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Told me: she go (she go), 'body be mean, hips dot' lie |
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Coming out jeans, How you seen that, light 'em up it's a fling |
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I'ma show you how, ride it on the team, I told the bitch |
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(Verse 1) |
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All gas no brakes, bein' sincere yo' figure in shape |
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Quit what you doin' when ya isolate your waist |
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And yo body stay still but you ass still shakes |
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She look great, she look great, freaky ma'afucker you can put it in my face |
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Little bit of grape in Ciroc you were late |
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I'ma take you to the crib it'll cost you a date |
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I'ma dive in, dive in, you can go low you can fly in |
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Divy up yo friends we dividin' |
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When we done, came up in the play |
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And today, you ain't tripping what to say oh my mama |
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(Hook) |
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She go |
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She go, back it on up |
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Drop it to the floor girl, back it on up |
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She go (x8) |
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She go, back it on up, she go, back back it on up (lil' mama) |
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(Verse 2) |
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She go (she go), bad lil' babe |
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When she walk by make you turn an' frown lil' bit |
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Surpised that'cha eyes on them thighs and them hips |
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Put a ribbon on her, baby gotta get |
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Make a nigga wann' beat it up (beat it up, beat it up) |
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Five mic's on the room got the heatin up |
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She reached down on a nigga told me "get up" |
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I'm all in bout to lose it so I speed it up |
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I don't believe in easin up |
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I blew it back kinda loud but she keepin up |
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I got the number she can call me and she hangin all up on me |
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Bring her friends and they lovin all the homies lil' mama |
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(Hook) |
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She go |
