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

I'm a rock pop star
You out the doe and the fast car
Never run nothin' when I come through
Roll the realest that can take out your whole crew

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

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

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

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

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

Red light and now tryna hop in
(Remember I was in school, I was your boyfriend?)
Got the so we never entertain those
Hungry-ass groupies on the like 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!

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

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

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

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

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

(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 whole song shit!