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Lookin' too fly to the bar
Niggas wanna stop, who I are
on my waist 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
run from nothin' when I come through
Roll with the realest that can take out your whole

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

I like to dance to a slow song
You're too close and I get my groove on
Drop a beat and let a feel somethin'
I'm so gutter, watch my two-step do

Tippy-toes tip and make a walk
I ain't tryna listen to your big
High off my drink for the time
Boy, and get it
Watch me make these fall in line

(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 song shit!

Bout to head to the fore I pass out
Get my coat from the check I spaz out
Pull my to the front and I jump in
Catch a look comin' from the niggas in the black

Red light and now they hop in
(Remember when I was in school, I was boyfriend?)
Got the tint so we never those
groupies on the phone like they got hoes

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

Now I'm mmm, mmm good
Eyes filled up the bloodshots
Look like a lay-up the lights out
Now he's tryna get a lick but I'm all

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

Who's this man not star?
Yet you who I are
On track rock hip-hop star, the pop star
Who the man behind hot
Smoke, I'm soon to be

Now, where he
Is it my city, city?
All you to know, I come from a dope city
Never shoot the boys, still keep the dope
to the kush with a chase of the Henny

And when I'm lookin' for a freak, 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 talk shit!

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