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Yeah, this one's a mad ting What, what Yeah man, check it (Babe, babe, babe) I don't even wanna smoke no more, 'cuz Ah what's, what's shawty and them are saying? Are they about? Yeah man, dial 'em or text 'em or something Might as well, you get me, little Prada ting Yeah, they chat shit and say man can't go in the shops with man's partners They say "hard sole shoes only" They say they wanna search man See them talk later That's why I don't even go to these places, man You get me? Me and my squads just roll up on a late one Just to draw two, two tings Man got the big system in the whip Seen? Man just tung tunes on the way there Likkle L's and that They say, "Yo, where you goin' though?" I don't even wanna be rude and that, but You're looking kind of nice and that! Year of a tiger, year of a chimp Who be the lover, who be the pimp? How we gonna factor this in two? When deep, deep down, I really love you Yeah, deep, deep down I really love you I wanna see you in the front seat boy (Babe, babe, babe) (Oh, babe, babe, babe) Me with the skin fade, you with the curls Me and my guys and you and your girls Up in the whip, outside of the rave Jump in the whip, come out of the rave (Babe, babe, babe) Me and my G's was rollin', you and your girls was strollin' (Babe, babe, babe) I ain't even down for the boning, just don't wanna see you stroll in (Babe) Through the ends when it gets too late It's too hot out here, it's too bait (Babe) Do it in the backseat, do it in the bed Do it in the backseat, do it with a friend. (Oh, babe, babe, babe, babe, babe) (Oh, babe, babe, babe)
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