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Lookin' too fly to the bar
wanna stop, askin' who I are
Hands on my waist 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 come
Roll with the realest that can take out whole crew

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I can make a song talk shit!

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I can make a whole song shit!

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

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

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

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I can make a whole song shit!

Bout to head to the fore I pass out
Get my coat from the check fore I out
Pull my whip to the and I jump in
Catch a look from the niggas in the black 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 phone like they got

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

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

Now I'm mmm, mmm good
Eyes up with the bloodshots
Look like a lay-up with the out
Now tryna get a lick but I'm all gone

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

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

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

And when I'm lookin' for a freak, really
And if it icky, tell her pull 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 whole talk shit!

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