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| When I walk up in the club, they be pushin'
Misdemeanor got that ice that keep'em lookin' (Uh-huh) Crop top, drop tops on my Phantom, mang. They be trippin' and them haters just pussies. (Woo) |
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Feelin' on me, feelin' on me like a pornstar,
I drive a fast car, still shave my chocha. (Uh-huh) Get the cash, get the cheddar, get the beans mean, (Uhhh) Ching-a-ling, bling bling, my money real green |
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Who dat? Who dat? Player better fall back, st-step back, player better fall back. Click-Clack, cock back Semi-automatic track Drink a lot of Similac, Shorty better fall back. |
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I fall down, get up then I gotta dust it off (Uh-huh) (Say you got to dust it off?) Yeah, I quickly dust it off. I'm off the wall, I do brawl, don't stall Yes it's on, Said it's on, I can't be cloned You can call me Mike Jones. |
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305-212-804, My cell
(WOO) Y'all must be dumb as hell If y'all think that is my cell. |
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Hotel, motel, Holiday-
Don't play- round the way, OJ Yeah, I'm so icey. (AAH) |
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What them haters say?
Misdemeanor OK. (Uh) Call me foreplay, Position more than 40 ways. (Uh-huh) Like a chocolate glaze, I'm hotter than a summer day. Stingray, Sugar Ray, Knuckles all up in your face. |
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I block-a block-a,
Straight jocker, Matter fact, a face snapper. Money stacker, no slacker, Hit rapper, gun strapper. I click, click hear my-- Click-click. |
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2 snaps, you hit, then I--
click-click. I make cash, pay them bills, I pay them bills that buy new wheels. I wear high heels, I touch and feel, catch me in your man grill. |
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My record deal, my movie deal
Is super sick-sick. I click-click, and if you doubt me then I-- Click - click. (Uh-huh) |
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Smack them boys,
I will destroy- Hit, hit, straight down and split-split ya boy. |
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I kick-kick like Karate flick-flicks
You get your ass bit, Don't make me have to- Click-click |
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