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Hey y'all, can y'all do for me?
Can y'all bounce, can bounce, what?
Hey y'all, can do something for me?
Can bounce, 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 creepin' in backyards, dippin' in ways
My in the 360, I'm in a escalade
We piled ride high, sittin' on low
Petey in the of us, with his range rov

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

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

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

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

Swerve into traffic, radio blastin'
on the brakes, ya old bastard
Tim zig-zaggin', hell, he in the
And girls sittin' on the trunk, droppin' glasses

Wind dresses up, showin' off the panties
Polka-dot thongs crammed in they fannies
Whoop, you be Ms. Barry, fine as you is
Tim, pull it over, let 'em ride in

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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 food so dangerous I'm crackin' my rim
why Taco Bell drive-through so damn slim

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 the wind
Look, the needle to the gas is right at the end

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

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

Don't get it twisted, I'm gold toothed and two
Both arms to roll, chrome-wristed
I'm past beserk, I go to work
Tell the boss, "Go
Give me some and hot sauce"

an a track of Diana Ross playing
And off some moonshine
I passed out and woke up at
Thought it was crack of dawn, but ass was in my
them draws was Versache, I thought she had Versace

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Hit the
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the noise
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