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Yeah, haha Sound like something, you know what I'm talkin' about? Hey, hey, hey, I come up in there, yeah, haha
I love when you do it like that, girl You ain't gotta use your hands to make it clap, girl The way you move, I just don't know how to act, girl You're lookin' good, I'm tryna beat out your back, girl
It's like this and like that and like this and, uh Hit the spot, then leave with your bitch in a White tee, two Glocks, no bandanna This ain't what you used to, it's Statlanta , brim low, slide down the strip slow Everywhere your folk go, they yelling out, 'Stat Quo' Writer of the scripts that the street niggas fiend for The A bambino, GMM nino Never been fad?d, you hated, I made it, the hood's ?lated Your rims, I dated, so get some new ones My dues, I paid it, I'm rated number one, bitch All throughout the world girls lovin' my shit Baby, slow down, I know you lovin' that dick But Stat's a bachelor, can't be with one chick Yeah, you gettin' bread but you ain't stackin' like this I go to the bank, they know me by my first name, bitch
I love when you do it like that, girl You ain't gotta use your hands to make it clap, girl The way you move, I just don't know how to act, girl You're lookin' good, I'm tryna beat out your back, girl Hey, I love when you do it like that, girl You ain't gotta use your hands to make it clap, girl The way you move, I just don't know how to act, girl You're lookin' good, I'm tryna beat out your back, girl
Break it down, break it down, go on now, do it now Break it down, break it down, go on now, do it now Break... it... down, go on now Break-break it-it down, go on now
You 'bout to bare witness to the sickest motherfucker there is Lotta dough up in the hole, baby, that's how I live Fuck a mil, time's is rough, I need a billion Them go off and meet me in the buildin' I spit for the have-nots, crooks and childrens Won't quit till my cash flows through the ceiling Your cars get bored of me, your boy is dealin' Huh, money on my mind, I got no time for chillin' I be at where the cheese at (cheese at) Big bread, lotta head, Stat need that (need that) Pistol on my lap 'case you wanna chat Blast you off the map, but it I'm born in Zone 3, lil homeboy be too mean I'm the shit and y'all agree armed with me While you waitin' out front, we gettin' in for free Yeah!
I love when you do it like that, girl You ain't gotta use your hands to make it clap, girl The way you move, I just don't know how to act, girl You're lookin' good, I'm tryna beat out your back, girl Hey, I love when you do it like that, girl You ain't gotta use your hands to make it clap, girl The way you move, I just don't know how to act, girl You're lookin' good, I'm tryna beat out your back, girl Yeah, I love when you do it like that, girl You ain't gotta use your hands to make it clap, girl The way you move, I just don't know how to act, girl You're lookin' good, I'm tryna beat out your back, girl Hey, I love when you do it like that, girl You ain't gotta use your hands to make it clap, girl The way you move, I just don't know how to act, girl You're lookin' good, I'm tryna beat out your back, girl
Break it down, break it down, go on now, do it now Break it down, break it down, go on now, do it now Break... it... down, go on now Break-break it-it down, go on now Break it down, break it down, go on now, do it now Break it down, break it down, go on now, do it now Break it down, break it down, go on now, do it now Break it down, break it down, go on now, do it now Break it down, break it down, go on now, do it now Break it down, break it down, go on now, do it now Break it down, break it down, go on now, do it now Break it down, break it down, go on now, do it now Break it down, break it down, go on now, do it now Break it down, break it down, go on now, do it now Break... it... down, go on now Break-break it-it down, go on now, break it down Haha
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