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The booty in that muh****a cuh
On God, you had a target on 'em, *****
That's blue club, *****
Straight up, big booties in the produce aisle
On God, line two
Met a freaky lil' dish at the Slauson swap
She a artist with the tongue, mm, Jaw-squiat
I was flea market up, that cost a lot
Got a St. Louis, chickenhead, was top
I'm a sucker for cornrows and natural afros
Your ***** a bird, sink, bath, she pigeon-toed
Your ***** a bird, no salmonella on the pole
Try to get to lickin', I'm electric, she cha-cha slide on me
Ejecto seato, no for Smino, let her for my homie
Icon my *****, no tuxedo, my air force one on me
*****, I stay puffy like a Cheeto, God took his time on me
Twenty ******* in the lobby, guess that's where I be
I be smokin' on dry weed, got me wakin' up late all groggy
I need some real thick like Ashanti, later roun'
I'll bill up, no Chauncey, huh
Or Sevyn Streeter, I take seventy streets to eat her
I'm not a big repeater
My name ain't Peter, but let me now if you see her
Only kids, I don't hang with the chi-chi-chi
I done pissed off the gang 'bout the shit, shit, shit
Quick to cut a ***** off like a sink
(***** I'm havin' so much fun in this mother****er right now)
Gettin' cabbage, and all my ******* nasty (My ******* nasty)
I'm higher than your fashion (Dior)
And if they ask, I'm taxin'
You're broke, tragic, *****, that's tragic
Tragic, tragic, tragic, haha
You know me
Young ***** just tapped in like a tap dance
We do this shit easy, man
We do this shit every day, any day, man
Listen, this is fun bruh, at this point
Man, I hope y'all mother****ers enjoy y'all self
You know what I'm sayin'?
Hope y'all got your goddamn popcorn, Kool-Aid
Barbecue wings, whatever the **** y'all do
Hope my *****s got something' rolled
My shawties got them a little wood or whatever, yeah
She already decided
It's above me now
Videos, homie, videos?
DVD, CDs, Master P, Charlie's Angels
Let's go, let's go, let's go
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