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All the hoes wanna sing to me
Make her bring the team to me. (Team to me.)
I don't wanna fuck. (Nope!)
It might seem bougie (It might.)
Probably gotta mean chew (Wow!)
With a couple bad friends
I could let you rock the mic
She could do the ad libs. (Do the ad libs)
Nah home, I'm gettin paid. (Get money!)
Balls in the shade. (Shade.)
So your best bet's to hop your ass in the lade. (Lade.)
Fix your doobie up, (Up!)
And start to chew me up. (Up!)
You wanna screw me, what? (What?)
Fuck your old man. (Man.)
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Shawty, whatchu doin tonight?
I'm hollerin' cause you lookin right
Keep sayin that chu wouldn't
But I know that chu might
See I'm tryin to get a chewy tonight
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And that's exactly what I tell the bitch, (Beetch!)
Ain't got the time to easy your mind
I'm on some other shit. (Sheett!)
Know what you're fuckin with? (What?)
Ever met a nigga like me? (Nope!)
Not at all, baby. (Yeahhh!)
I could show you how to ball, baby. (Baby.)
Cause I ain't worried about tomorrow, baby. (Nah!)
You heard my song, (Like my songs?)
You seen my face around, (Round.)
So take this good weed and break it down. (Break it down.)
Shawty talkin bout skating now. (Now.)
Let me know just what she thinkin bout. (Wow!)
Courtesy of my Jamaican pal. (Pal.)
With all these honeys I could make em pout. (Make em pout.)
Now I could make you smile, (Smile.)
Or I can make you moan. (Moan.)
Turn you into my number one fan if I take you home. (Take you home.)