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Music
Uhh, huh
Uhh, huh
Uhh, huh
I met him in the Bahamas, I love that nigga persona
Smoke that nigga marijuana, get freaky, call me Madonna
Lay on the bed, he follow, bone him until tomorrow
Make him sing high sopran-ah, ah!
Fifty-fo'-fifty-fifty, Mr. Act-Super-Kinky
Baby, what you gon' get me, is a rings for my lil' pinkie
Money will multiply 'fore you run up inside
Make me all weak and tired, mm-mm
You got to (scream)
If you up in the club, you think you tearin' it up
You got to, got to (scream)
Pour mimosas in the cup, then you watchin' people buzz
You got to, got to (scream)
If you from out of town, you think you're holdin' it down
You got to, got to (scream)
You got to, you got to
He say he from Puerto Rico, he told me to call him Chico
Freakin' up in the Nico, my ego got really negro
Throw the heat, throw heat, be bold, though I'm like dice in cee-lo
Makin' him scream and moan (ah!) Send 'em back home
Boy, is it really worth it? Just to get dirty-dirty
Give me the liquor-liquor, you make me talk slurry-slurry
Your money will multiply, before you come up inside
Get me all weak and tired, mm-mm
You got to (scream)
If you up in the club, you think you tearin' it up
You got to, got to (scream)
Pour mimosas in the cup, then you watchin' people buzz
You got to, got to (scream)
If you from out of town, you think you're holdin' it down
You got to, got to (scream)
You got to, you got to
He asked, could he rock my body, he also asked could he buy me
A drink six-oh Ferrari, then ride up in my safari
Shit, what a deal, word up, how much it cost now?
Shit, what the deal, word up, how much it cost?
Play your position, listen, where is your pot to piss in?
'Fore we start really kissin', hot as freaky kitchen
Hey, what the deal, word up, how much it cost now?
Hey, what the deal, word up, how much it cost now?
You got to (scream)
If you up in the club, you think you tearin' it up
You got to, got to (scream)
Pour mimosas in the cup, then you watchin' people buzz
You got to, got to (scream)
If you from out of town, you think you're holdin' it down
You got to, got to (scream)
You got to, you got to
(Scream)
If you up in the club, you think you tearin' it up
You got to, got to (scream)
Pour mimosas in the cup, then you watchin' people buzz
You got to, got to (scream)
If you from out of town, you think you're holdin' it down
You got to, got to (scream)
You got to, you got to