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Young Money! I know you wanna do it for the gram, right? D.A. got that dope Yeah, hah First things first, I get all the money Girls like me, keep it hunnid Girls like you, 'cause you funny, ya' boys ain't stunners I'm the one that came and f-up the summer I got a black Barbie, she into ménages I'mma do it all night 'till I got nothing Sip got me buzzin', I am not a husband I can be your daddy, 'cause I am a mother- Why you muggin', these boys sweet, muffin Put my seed on her face she get smashed like a pumpkin Ooh, she love it, do me rougher Talk that nasty, when I smack your a- Can you make it dip, make it dip, make it dip Make it dip, make it dip, make it dip, make it dip? Here, baby, take a sip, take a sip Take a sip, take a sip, lick her lips, lick her lips Yeah, baby, I just wanna see you dip, see you dip, make it dip Make it dip, make it dip, make it dip, make it dip Yeah, baby, take a sip, take a sip, take a sip Take a sip, take a sip, take a sip Yeah, baby, show me how you make it dip Uh, ayo I think he wanna dippy the tippy, then put it on my lippy Even when it get sticky, he know it still got the drippy Yeah I'm pulling your card though, got him calling me Ricky All these b-s my minis, got him calling me Mickey All that rah-rah never was the icon issue Harper's Bazaar, I'm covering the icon issue I got issues, yeah I got issues W, Vogue, Cosmo (I got issues) I always pull up with some Barbie dolls, thick in the thighs I said we looking for some brain, where the Wizard of Oz Last was a dope dealer, hell of a guy He said the top... 5, wanted dead or alive Can you make it dip, make it dip, make it dip Make it dip, make it dip, make it dip, make it dip? Here, baby, take a sip, take a sip Take a sip, take a sip, lick her lips, lick her lips Yeah, baby, I just wanna see you dip, see you dip, make it dip Make it dip, make it dip, make it dip, make it dip Yeah, baby, take a sip, take a sip, take a sip Take a sip, take a sip, take a sip Yeah, baby, show me how you make it dip Santana bandana on the twist Got your chick wave ridin' on my - Man, these -ain't - I done came back with the hits Fresher than the pillow with the mint What I said? I'm in, this is big I came to flex, look in the mirror Look at your, - a career How you make a g-string just disappear She like buy me all this-,, I need bags, I need fits I need cash, I need cash, I'm just really rich Make it splash, make it splash, but before I get you dripped I just got one question, Can you make it dip, make it dip, make it dip Make it dip, make it dip, make it dip, make it dip? Here, baby, take a sip, take a sip Take a sip, take a sip, lick her lips, lick her lips Yeah, baby, I just wanna see you dip, see you dip, make it dip Make it dip, make it dip, make it dip, make it dip Yeah, baby, take a sip, take a sip, take a sip Take a sip, take a sip, take a sip Yeah, baby, show me how you make it dip Ayo, what's poppington, I'm depositin' All these M's while you m- Gossipin' (Show me how you make it dip) All this -, eat a box or something Ice out your little watch, with some rocks or something What's poppin'? What's poppin'? What's poppington? (Show me how you make it dip, make it dip, make it dip, make it dip) Make it dip n' make it dip n' make it drop again, (Make it dip, make it dip, yeah baby show me how you make it dip) You know Barbie God got it on lock again, (Make it dip, make it dip, make it dip, make it dip) Westside, with Tyga, bumpin' to Pac again, Uh (Make it dip, yeah baby show me how you make it dip) Who got the juice be sending you 'brazy Who got 'em mad? Like, man, that wavy Yeah, I had to dash, like, damn, baby, I'm Stacey W-When you turn 'em down, these clowns turn into babies Who got the juice be sending you brazy W-W-Who got 'em mad? Like, man, that wavy All these niggas want me to love 'em like I'm Keke Got 'em in they feelings since they seen me in FEFE
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