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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 flip off of one
And can he get

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

(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 a whole song talk shit!

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

tip and make a mean walk
I ain't tryna listen to big talk
High off my drink for the 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 a whole song talk shit!

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

Red light and now they hop in
(Remember when I was in school, I was boyfriend?)
Got the tint so we never entertain
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
filled up with the bloodshots
Look like a lay-up the lights out
Now he's tryna get a but I'm all gone

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

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

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

And I'm lookin' 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 neck but, please, no

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

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