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

I'm a rock hip-hop pop
You out the doe and the fast car
Never run from when I come through
with 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 talk shit!

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

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

tip and make a mean walk
I ain't tryna listen to your big
High off my drink for the third
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!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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