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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 gonna off of one drink
And can he get

I'm a rock pop star
You check out the doe and the car
Never run from when I come through
Roll with the realest that can out your whole crew

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

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

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

Tippy-toes tip and a mean walk
I ain't listen to your 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!
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(Hicky-hicky-hicky)
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I can a whole song talk shit!

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

Red and now they tryna hop in
(Remember when I was in school, I was 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 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!

Now I'm feelin' mmm, mmm
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, talkin'
Keep, keep
Keep, keep

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

Now, where he
Is it my city, city?
All you need to know, I come from a city
shoot 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 smell icky, her pull up her Vickie's
But if it smell alright, I do the licky-licky
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 talk shit!