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I hit the club on them wheels So they see I'm a rider Little bit of fendi Little bit of escada Dudes flashin they cash I tell them don't bother Cuz you are now rockin with a baller Miss shot caller I do's it how I do's it High class walk in my jimmy cho shoes's I move how I moves it I gotta uhaul-it Dudes try to choose me They gotta be bossin I've got first dibs on I'm standing by the wall Lookin like, "t.i.? who's that?" All I know is I can't stop checking him I need to calm down and relax I'm lookin s*** and I know Knockin out my opponents Hair done, nails-toes all match I should move a little closer Maybe tap him on the shoulder Gotta make my move real fast He's on the sideline girl and I'm checking him Imma holla in a minute, see if he got a friend And imma keep my game tight, show him I got it I'ma spit that real talk, believe it He's on the sideline girl and I'm checking him Imma holla in a minute, see if he got a friend And imma keep my game tight, show him I got it I'ma spit that real talk, believe it D-dj's rockin the house Playin my new song And I wanna hit the floor and dance So I grab him by the hand Wink my eye at him He tells his boys he'll be right back As we're moving to the floor One things for sure He's fallin into my trap He better watch out Cuz I'm feelin him And he might just met his match (what's that?) I feel this dude and I think he's feelin me (now whos that?) This other chick, she tryna be all in the scene (watch out) She tryna get him, but he leavin here wit me See he's bout to be mine, believe it He's on the sideline girl and I'm checking him Imma holla in a minute, see if he got a friend And imma keep my game tight, show him I got it I'ma spit that real talk, believe it He's on the sideline girl and I'm checking him Imma holla in a minute, see if he got a friend And imma keep my game tight, show him I got it I'ma spit that real talk, believe it My girls whisperin in my ear Like "shawty, he's a cutie" He's checkin my walk out It's meaner than judge judy He's throwin me ice grills I see that he wants me And I'm doin the damn thing He sees that I'm no groupie But still he gonna walk up wit the boys like I got the type of swagger all the boys like And now I'm tryina see what 'ol boys like Because tonight you leavin wit cha girl Cuz these are the mommas Too primadonna Why would you wanna leave wit one of these bench riders Mr sideliner, I'm in the game So how would you like to start wit the top five-ers Yea boy I got ya Oh yea I got a couple friends So if you got friends We could hit the stretch benz I got you in the game So now you bout to see Exactly how it feels To play wit a major league He's on the sideline girl and I'm checking him Imma holla in a minute, see if he got a friend And imma keep my game tight, show him I got it I'ma spit that real talk, believe it He's on the sideline girl and I'm checking him Imma holla in a minute, see if he got a friend And imma keep my game tight, show him I got it I'ma spit that real talk, believe it He's on the sideline but, he's leavin wit me He's on the sideline but, he's leavin wit me He's on the sideline but, he's leavin wit me Cuz I spit that real talk, he's leavin wit me
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