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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 flip off of one
And can he get

I'm a rock hip-hop pop
You out the doe and the fast car
Never run from nothin' I come through
Roll with the realest that can take out whole crew

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

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

tip and make a mean walk
I ain't tryna listen to your big
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 a whole 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!

Bout to head to the hills fore I out
Get my coat from the check fore I out
Pull my to the front and I jump in
Catch a comin' 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 so we never entertain those
Hungry-ass groupies on the like they got hoes

(Hicky-hicky-hicky)
Aww shit!
(Hicky-hicky-hicky)
Aww shit!
(Hicky-hicky-hicky)
Aww shit!
I can a whole song 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 mmm, mmm good
Eyes up with the bloodshots
Look like a with the lights out
Now he's get a lick but I'm all gone

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

Who's this man who's not
Yet you who I are
On with 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 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 I'm lookin' for a freak, really 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 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 song shit!

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