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You can turn the mic down a lil' bit (C'mon) M-R dot M-A-N (Yeah, yeah, see) B-double O-B-O-N-I-C (We need all chicks to hit the floor, c'mon) M-R dot M-A-N (Uh, yeah, c'mon, yeah) B-double O-B-O-N-I-C (We need all chicks to hit the floor, c'mon) M-R dot M-A-N (Uh, yeah, c'mon, yeah) B-double O-B-O-N-I-C (Yeah, yeah, yeah, c'mon, yeah) M-R dot M-A-N (Hit the floor, hit the floor) B-double O-B-O-N-I-C (Hit the floor, c'mon)
Excuse me, bitch, what's your name? Couple dollars ain't it, so what's your game? Known fact 'cause I'm gettin' cash Don't dance face to face, bitch, gimme the ass I'll help you out if you had a long day Dick like good advice, it can go a long way Front, 'cause I knocked y'all down I should remodel homes, I knock walls down I'm with all that shit, y'all Talk about, oh, what I don't hit raw Nah, hit the floor like a bank hold up Have I ever loved a chick? Lemme think, hold up No, I'm all about the dough And you shouldn't give a fuck if it's not your ho Oh, that hatin' shit you did, ain't done us Playas and we get more head then new hundreds
Please don't mind how I pursue Don't take it personal, girl, that's how thugs do Let's get high, sit for a few Then after that, let's go, I'm fuckin' you
Yo, let me tell you how I pursue Spit game in they ear and it's proper, too Say we stayin' at the Fontainebleau I'ma ball every day, spend a grand or two (Psyche) Hit the beach, forget the sheets Get it down right there, chick, touch your feet Look, bro, that's so much game Y'all think y'all know my aim That's a joke like Marlon Wayans, lame And it ain't got no change Chick, listen up, want dick or what? Take that, that's the only thing I'm givin' up Only sent, it's the dream that your 'gone get Hit for free, then Boo gon' hit No, they not like M-R dot I hit, touch base and ball like White Sox
Please don't mind how I pursue Don't take it personal, girl, that's how thugs do Let's get high, sit for a few Then after that, let's go, I'm fuckin' you Please don't mind how I pursue Don't take it personal, girl, that's how thugs do Let's get high, sit for a few Then after that, let's go, I'm fuckin' you
Look around, dawg, what you see, nigga? Whole lotta model bitches, then me, nigga Me and Dot in a drop and it's pearl With jewels so sick make niggas wanna hurl Do it look like I care that's your girl? She diggin' me, and love that I'm all the way thorough You talkin' shit, don't concern her As far as fuckin' go, hit more bitches than Ike Turner I send 'em home in the cab to tell I play 'em more high notes than Patti LaBelle (Plus) You jel' everywhere it at (And) Got ice in your bezzie, where it at? Y'all dudes is strictly losers We 'gone blow like lightbulbs and fuses Tell your man he better slow his roll Our guns'll make James Brown lose his soul
Please don't mind how I pursue Don't take it personal, girl, that's how thugs do Let's get high, sit for a few Then after that, let's go, I'm fuckin' you Please don't mind how I pursue Don't take it personal, girl, that's how thugs do Let's get high, sit for a few Then after that, let's go, I'm fuckin' you
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