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Saw her on the dance floor poppin' | Hold up, stop talkin' to me, tryna see that ass bop | She a big booty star on the dance floor boppin'
Man I ain't encourage my brother to do nothin' fucked up. Man say bitch, my money retarded, if the bitch don't fuck with her she ain't blessed, bitch Saw her on the dance floor poppin' Hold up, stop talkin' to me, tryna see that ass bop She a big booty star on the dance floor boppin' Hold up, stop talkin' to me tryna see that ass wobble I'm rich, we're both grown Gotta mail me your boyfriend at home Too high, I'm too gone If she don't ride with the kid, I move on I'm just tryna find someone I can leave with I'm just tryna find someone I can leave with I ain't really playing with you, don't know your name I'm just tryna do some things to ya Take ya home, let you rep Taylor Gang Let you roll up a plane Let you bring your homegirls Let my boys run a train I'mma real ass nigga outta Pittsburgh She don't fuck, I don't deal with her, know ya heard Good dick what I slang, I don't even run game I've been learned my lane, hoes fuckin' up for fame Hop in my ride then I go front backside To the side got my money, she love that Rollin' weed up first class Taylor Gang nigga all about his cash Smackin' lil mama on the ass I'm rich, we're both grown Gotta mail me your boyfriend at home Too high, I'm too gone If she don't ride with the kid, I move on I'm just tryna find someone I can leave with I'm just tryna find someone I can leave with I done threw a ring around my dick and my finger, ya digg? I done threw some bling around my grill and my pinky, ya digg? Your girl end up leavin' with me, you ain't a freak, where your friend? Gates slang, I'm gonna throw that meat in her stomach for real Audi, Mustang, Duli Truck, I just wrecked that Chevelle Flipped it with my wife the other night, give a fuck can you tell? Kevin it's your pipe, well out in public won't notice she yell Kept that on the tuck, no recognition, I'm touchin' them bells Give them to myself off the truck or they come in the mail Big booty somethin' on the dance floor poppin' Hold up stop talkin' to me tryna see that ass wobble Big money pocket, got the lumps Kevin got dollars I'm rich, we're both grown Gotta mail me your boyfriend at home Too high, I'm too gone If she don't ride with the kid, I move on I'm just tryna find someone I can leave with I'm just tryna find someone I can leave with
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