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(Babe where my lighter?) Now baby grab my lighter! (Thank you baby) (Ah! Yeah, thank you so much for that water baby) (You know I love you right?) It's a new day, I ain't talkin' 'bout the same shit Side piece is mad 'cause I'm rockin' with my main bitch Just pimp and get dope, plus these bitches actin' cold Gettin' more for doin' shows than what I used to do with hoes Wants to play doctor bitch but she gon' leave like they all do My longest lastin' hoe with Harley B but she blew too I saw her on the plane, honk an' wave when I pass through Brand new shoes on the call back, a damn fool Hey, it's Worthy, it's really nice to meet you Couple glasses of rose, probably how a nigga greet you Take your shoes off and hang your fur coat by the door I ain't even tryna fud, baby we can take this slow I been hoppin' off of planes, steady livin' on the road I'm just tryna bring it back, pull Finell and get low Yeah I used to be in P but you know how that shit go Must've took a step back, this music shit took control Funk it up! (Yeah) (Go, shit) what you niggas doin'? Funk it up! (Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?) One of my bitches in this motherfucker, what you finna do? Funk it up! Yeah that's right Yeah, what the fuck we doin' nigga? Funk it up! That's right nigga we 'bout to funk it all up (One, two, three, ah!) Yeah they actin' like them bright lights out in Vegas On the strip with my top down, knock the thick white bitch She had a Rolls but, she said, "I don't need a P" I said bitch stop, she shows up and gave me twenty A blue and 60 flat, the first time a bitch chose rail, no seven My nigga Kilo has snow, I has snow too We on our way to mail Peters to go check a few, ma Say it to me, now listen here sweetie No don't go down there Baby you can make a life changin' decision now Choose up to me baby, suck it to me Come here, shit, ah! Yes Lord! Okay now that's it baby, huh! One, two, three, tee! Funk it up! (Yeah) (Go, shit) what you niggas doin'? Funk it up! (Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?) One of my bitches in this motherfucker, what you finna do? Funk it up! Yeah that's right Yeah, what the fuck we doin' nigga? Funk it up! That's right nigga we 'bout to funk it all up (One, two, three, ah!) Funk Funk Funk Funk
Writer(s): James Jeffery Sidhoo, Sean House, Larry Eugene Hendricks Iii Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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