Lookin too fly walkin
to the bar
Niggas wanna stop
askin who I are
Hands on my waist tryna find out
If I'm gonna flip off
of one drink and can he get down
I'm a rock hip hop pop star
Can't check out the door
in a fast car
Never run from nothin
when I come thru
Roll with the realest that
can take out your whole crew
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I can make a whole song talk shit
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I don't like to dance
to a slow song
You too close and I can't get
my groove on
Drop a beat and let a girl
feel somethin
I'm so gutter
watch me two step to somethin
Tippy toes tip
and make a mean walk
I ain't tryna listen to
your big talk
High off my drink for the
third time
Boy come and get it
Watch me make these niggas
fall in line
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'Bout to head to the hills
'fore I pass out
Get my coat from the check
'fore I spaz out
Pull my whip to the front
and I jump in
Catch a look comin from the niggas
in the black Benz
Red light and now they
tryna hop in
Remember when I was in school
I was your boyfriend
Got the tint so we never
entertain those
Hungry ass groupies on the phone
like they got hoes
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Now I'm feelin
m'm m'm good
Eyes filled up
with the bloodshots
Look like a lay up with
the legs out
Now he's tryna get a lick
but I'm all gone
Keep keep talkin
Keep keep talkin
Keep keep talkin
Keep keep talkin
Who's this man who's not star
Yet you wondering who I are
On track with rock hip hop star
the pop star
Who the man behind hot bars
Smoke I'm soon to be popular
Now where he from
Is it my city your city
All you need to know
I come from a dope city
Never shoot the boys
still keep the dope Bentley
Text to the cush with a chase
of the Henny
And when I'm lookin
for a freak really picky picky
And if it smell icky
tell her pull up her Vickie's
But if it smell alright
I might do the licky licky
Let you suck on my neck
but please no hickie hickies
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