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Lookin' too fly to the bar
Niggas stop, askin' who I are
Hands on my tryna find out
If I'm flip off of one drink
And can he get

I'm a hip-hop pop star
You check out the doe and the car
Never run from nothin' when I through
Roll with the realest can take out your whole crew

(Hicky-hicky-hicky)
Aww shit!
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(Hicky-hicky-hicky)
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I can make a whole song shit!

I don't like to dance to a slow
You're too and I can't get my groove on
Drop a beat and let a girl somethin'
I'm so gutter, watch my two-step do

Tippy-toes tip and a mean walk
I ain't listen to your big talk
High off my drink for the time
Boy, and get it
Watch me make these niggas in line

(Hicky-hicky-hicky)
Aww shit!
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(Hicky-hicky-hicky)
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I can a whole song talk shit!

(Hicky-hicky-hicky)
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(Hicky-hicky-hicky)
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I can make a whole talk shit!

Bout to to the hills fore I pass out
Get my coat from the check I spaz out
Pull my whip to the front and I in
Catch a look comin' the niggas in the black Benz

Red and now they tryna hop in
(Remember I was in school, I was your boyfriend?)
Got the tint so we never those
Hungry-ass groupies on the phone they got hoes

(Hicky-hicky-hicky)
Aww shit!
(Hicky-hicky-hicky)
Aww shit!
(Hicky-hicky-hicky)
Aww shit!
I can make a whole talk shit!

(Hicky-hicky-hicky)
Aww shit!
(Hicky-hicky-hicky)
Aww shit!
(Hicky-hicky-hicky)
Aww shit!
I can make a song talk shit!

Now I'm feelin' mmm, mmm
Eyes filled up with the
Look like a lay-up the lights out
Now he's tryna get a but I'm all gone

Keep, talkin'
Keep, keep
Keep, keep
Keep, talkin'

this man who's not star?
Yet you who I are
On track with rock star, the pop star
Who the man hot bars?
Smoke, I'm to be popular

Now, he from?
Is it my city, city?
All you need to know, I come a dope city
Never shoot the boys, still the dope Bentley
to the kush with a chase of the Henny

And I'm lookin' for a freak, really picky-picky
And if it smell icky, tell her pull up her
But if it alright, I might do the licky-licky
Let you suck on my neck but, please, no

(Hicky-hicky-hicky)
Aww shit!
(Hicky-hicky-hicky)
Aww shit!
(Hicky-hicky-hicky)
Aww shit!
I can make a song talk shit!