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Lookin' too fly to the bar
Niggas wanna stop, who I are
Hands on my waist tryna out
If I'm flip off of one drink
And can he get

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

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

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

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

Tippy-toes tip and a mean walk
I tryna listen to your big talk
off my drink for the third time
Boy, and get it
Watch me make these fall in line

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

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I can make a song talk shit!

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

Red and now they tryna hop in
(Remember I was in school, I was your boyfriend?)
Got the tint so we never entertain
Hungry-ass groupies on the phone they got hoes

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

Now I'm mmm, mmm good
Eyes up with the bloodshots
like a lay-up with the lights out
Now tryna get a lick but I'm all gone

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

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

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

And when I'm for a freak, really picky-picky
And if it icky, tell her pull up her Vickie's
But if it smell alright, I might do the
Let you suck on my neck but, please, no

(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!