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La la la la la
La la la la la

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

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Feels so
I wanna somebody
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 guard let me in Im lord
Of finesse, the under, the rings, the
Code is to stay fresh
Aware of a cause I stay abreast
She was extra cold, Im to de-congest
This next to us was slopped and made a mess
Knocking over bar stools, I hoped that he
Im locked into my mood, Long as dude dont my groove
I have to take it back to high school
Rewind! No to take me back in time
Keep my on the grind and the great feline
Cause whats in front of me is this
Up north shes thick, down south shes
Tuned in to what Im
Im so unassuming Im pursuing
The ladies, the ladies, a soldier of like Sade
So in to this lady when this nigga tried to play me
Saw me talking to slim and started acting
Dude got foul like 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 with a motherfucking bottle

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