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Lookin' too fly to the bar
Niggas wanna stop, 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 from 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 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!

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

tip and make a mean walk
I ain't tryna listen to big talk
High off my for the third time
Boy, and get it
me make these niggas 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
my whip to the front and I jump in
Catch a look from the niggas 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 entertain
groupies on the phone like they got hoes

(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!

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

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

Who's man who's not star?
Yet you who I are
On track with hip-hop star, the pop star
Who the man hot bars?
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 shoot the boys, 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, 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!