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La la la la la
La la la la la

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Bow! Bow!
I through the door with the raw Martin Margiela superstar status
Everything stellar, with bad bitches and some ex-drug sellers
Niggas jealous, we in this joint like Bob Marley and The Wailers
She wanna pick, bitch dont be so over zealous
Go to the bar to get around like a
The bar maids is Stella
Im so appalled McCartney, would you record me
Am I really mad? Hardly, Im to party
One of yall to give me like Lati-fah
Niggas in the corner that ree-fa
a girl she had bottom like a speak-er
Wanna put some hands on her like a
Hmmmm! Well let me my time
She ordered Bacardi, twisted in the limelight
Seen that ass I got hindsight
She was lit shining bright in a fit that was
Bout to get that invite to a night over
She said You Yea mummy
Im Tutankhamun kicking it, this rap money

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Feels so
I wanna touch
So go, go
Wanna you close, keep touching

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La la la la la, how you it

2]
She was all couture, in a Tom
Security let me in cause Im lord
Of finesse, the under, the rings, the
is to always stay fresh
Aware of a chest I stay abreast
She was extra cold, Im to de-congest
nigga next to us was slopped and made a mess
Knocking over bar stools, I hoped that he
Im locked my mood, Long as dude dont disturb my groove
I wont have to take it to high school
Rewind! No need to take me in time
Keep my mind on the and the great feline
Cause whats in front of me is this
Up north thick, down south shes fine
in to what Im doing
Im so unassuming when Im
The ladies, the ladies, a soldier of like Sade
So in love to this lady when nigga tried to play me
Saw me to slim and started acting shady
Dude got like crack in the 80s
Uh, uh, uh! You dont wanna this yo
You never know who got a up in the disco
You Hollywood. Nah nigga, Im
So I cracked his head a motherfucking bottle

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