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Hey y'all, can y'all do for me?
Can y'all bounce, can bounce, what?
Hey y'all, can y'all do for me?
Can y'all bounce, bounce, bounce,

Hey y'all, can y'all do for me?
Can bounce, can y'all bounce, what?
Hey y'all, can do something for me?
Ficky, ficky, ficky, ficky,

I be in backyards, dippin' in alley ways
My in the 360, I'm in a escalade
We ride high, sittin' on low pros
Petey in the back of us, his range rov

Bold sittin' in back, one ridin' in the front
No in here, so put out your freakin' blunt
This how we gon' do it, so pay attention to the
Women in gear, draws down and no shoes

That's why we keep it live, 'cuz we ours alive
For that is full of, full of surprise
That's how we're ball, walk before we crawl
This here, this here, is party y'all

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Roughest, toughest, fastest, one of the
asses, tickin' on a Timbaland classic
Layin' in traffic, shiftin' gears in the
Tryin' to get past this old in a Maverick

Beepin' my at 'em, flickin' on my hazards
G. callin' me, on his cell laughin'
Thinkin' his hang out the sunroof flashin'
I done in the grass, like to kill a rabbit

Swerve back into traffic, blastin'
Slammed on the brakes, ya old
Tim zig-zaggin', hell, he in the
And girls sittin' on the trunk, droppin' wine

blowin' dresses up, showin' off the panties
Polka-dot stripe thongs crammed in they
Whoop, you could be Ms. Barry, as you is
Tim, pull it over, let 'em in here

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out
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Get your
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Hit the
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Catch me in a and her name is Kim
tell you who I hit 'cuz I ran out of Bim
Fast so dangerous that I'm crackin' my rim
Like why Taco Bell drive-through so damn

I'm out too, no top on the Benz
Big body, too, just I walked out the gym
Man, I'm speeding through, not just feeling the
Look, the needle to the gas is right at the end

Now, I'm needing to sin, again
Pumpin' gas in the Benz no money to spend
And every kid that in, cashier turning again
So it's a good thing that lady walked in her

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All I do is listen to Eightball, with the on call
High in my gas tank and eat raw franks
Grill in my bed and two steak and siemen
And I'm scheming on your
With on condom and

get it twisted, I'm gold toothed and two fisted
Both arms to roll, chrome-wristed
I'm past beserk, I go to work
the boss, "Go 'head
Give me sugars and hot sauce"

an a track of Diana Ross playing
And drunk off some
I passed out and up at noontime
it was crack of dawn, but ass was in my face
Said them was Versache, I thought she had Versace

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Get your
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Hit the
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Bring the
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Get your
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Get your
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Hit the
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the noise
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