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[Hook:] Pull up to the club – skatin’ on them dishes We in ’67 Chevys, they got Daytons on them bitches Fuck is goin’ on? Thought that hatin’ shit was finished We don’t take it personal, we just takin’ niggas bitches Said we takin’ niggas’ bitches, takin’ niggas’ bitches Takin’ niggas’ bitches, yeah, we takin’ niggas’ bitches That’s your girl up in my section? Boy, you know the business Just don’t take it personal, we takin’ everybody’s bitches Hundred bottles of Ciroc, drinkin’ like a boss Fuck what niggas think, bitch, I think I like to floss Fuck is goin’ on? Thought that hatin’ shit was finished Take some shots, take some pictures, Then let’s take these niggas’ bitches [Verse:] Okay, I’m faded off that motherfuckin’ Ciroc, buzz Bitch we in the building like sheetrock, studs Now she want me to beat that pussy ‘til it beat-box (what?) She like my style, so we got ghost while you D-Blockin’, cous’ Yeah, she pullin’ on my sleeve, tryna get close to me She got a long, wavy weave and a big ol’ booty I’m gettin’ all this rap money and my boys flip coke So don’t be actin’ like you bougie if your boyfriend broke She said he ain’t fuckin’ her right, she gon’ eliminate him soon I ain’t tryna spend the night, I wanna penetrate it soon You know, infiltrate that womb, drop in them guts like a convertible We can get up like that nigga’s ego, dollars off that vertical She tripped over my swag – so you know where she goin’ Put no bitch over my cash – bitch, I’m ‘bout my coins And I ain’t talkin’ rolls of quarters, but I got some dimes Tell him make my wheels look extra clean, bruh, I gots to shine [Hook:] [Verse 2:] Dance, too much booty in the pants I’ll blow a couple grand, and straight throw it like a champ And she drop it, I’mma get it poppin’, shorties know we rockin’ I got all these bitches jockin’ like the motorcycle dance I’m low on my haters, but I’m high on them digits I give her that sign, then we slide, you know I’m pipin’ these bitches She said he ain’t fuckin’ her right, she gon’ eliminate him soon And my shine out of this world, bitch, I intimidate the moon I rock Jesus pieces and Coogies – you know, Biggie Smalls I said “baby, you want some rose?” She said “you know Ricky Ross?” I said “whoa, my pimpin’ cold – go play in the snow” ‘Cause these white bitches still roll, oj in the cold I hope it’s all good like a field goal when touchdown like a end zone If that bitch don’t lick c***, nigga, kick rock like a Flintstone See, you give me your pebbles, I’ll give you this bam-bam You booed-up with an amateur, just call me the sandman Lookin’ at my Rollie, it’s my motherfuckin’ time Tell that nigga clean my wheels and make them motherfuckers shine [Hook:]
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