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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 flip off of one drink
And can he get

I'm a hip-hop pop star
You check out the doe and the car
run from nothin' when I come through
Roll with the realest that can take out your whole

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

I don't like to to a slow song
too close and I can't get my groove on
Drop a and let a girl feel somethin'
I'm so gutter, watch my do somethin'

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

(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!

Bout to head to the hills fore I out
Get my coat the check fore I spaz out
Pull my to the front and I jump in
Catch a look comin' 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!
(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!

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

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

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

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

And when I'm lookin' for a freak, picky-picky
And if it smell icky, her pull up her Vickie's
But if it smell alright, I 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 song talk shit!

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