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Na-na-na-na-na, na-na, na-na-na-na-na, na Na-na-na-na-na, na-na, na-na-na-na-na, na A-B-C-D, E, F, G Walk up in the club with no ID Ay, now she notice me We be in the back sittin' VIP I said A-B-C-D, E, F, G Walk up in the club with no ID Ay, now your girl with me Just for a minute, don't care, still beat Sauce on me I'm the sketty man (sketty man) She want this bone and this skeleton (skeleton) Hangin' from my dick like she Tarzan Gorilla grip, got the clamps, Dennis Rodman yuh Sauce on me, sauce leaking out the faucet Bitch so bad she gon' make you deposit Hot shit bitch, it's outta pocket On my dick, twist it, turnin' like a bop It Tyrone and I'm back on my bullshit In the dark, shades on, Kirk Hinrich Yuh, she wanna be my bitch So I took her to the backroom and beat it in a Heimlich Oh shit, she kinda thick She got a man but she diggin' my fit I got some manners I can't double dip She gave me brain, that's a Linus Tech Tip A-B-C-D, E, F, G Walk up in the club with no ID Ay, now she notice me We be in the back sittin' VIP I said A-B-C-D, E, F, G Walk up in the club with no ID Ay, now your girl with me Just for a minute, don't care, still beat It be gettin' heated man, we call that shit Tabasco Shittin' on them haters, I don't tolerate the lactose (woo) Shoot 'em from deep like I'm Jimmer (swish) Hop in the whip it's a Bimmer (skrt) Drivin' through bitch so you best yield Mome Boys makin hits like it's Sheffield Tryna focus on shit like this Ford Got your girl suckin' dick on Discord (hello?) Call me a crayon 'Cause I'm tryna get in her box Call me a crayon 'Cause I'm tryna get in her box Girl when I see you I'm pissed Germ-x on deck with a flick of the wrist Gotta cleanse, got a hazmat, I don't care your ass fat Not gonna tap that, nuff with the chitchat Ridin in the coupe with the boys and the crew Cop on her ass, license gotta renew Mask off, Crispy slidin racks at the drop off Don't cough, 'bout to make my balls blue, dick soft A-B-C-D, E, F, G Walk up in the club with no ID Ay, now she notice me We be in the back sittin' VIP I said A-B-C-D, E, F, G Walk up in the club with no ID Ay, now your girl with me Just for a minute, don't care, still beat So prehistoric like an emu, what's new? I ain't fly as shit, I got bird flu Like the Grinch Looking all high as shit, we don't fuck with you, like spinach Unlike a bad sun, I do it nightly Don't understand the hype unless it's Keira Knightley Please come find me, then bite me Miss ma'am, please understand Call me a crayon 'Cause I'm tryna get in her box Call me a crayon 'Cause I'm tryna get in her box
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