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Ah no the fights out somebody's
about to get their lights knocked out
A little opera for ya
Capricorn, Cash Money, Nivea, Jive
Miss Nivea

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Front with me like you's a real baller
And I be like Yeah...Ya, Ya, Ya
With that other chicken trying to make me jealous
And I be like Yeah...Ya, Ya, Ya
Getting all salty cause I'm hanging out
Girl I be like Yeah...Ya, Ya, Ya
All them loud words coming out your mouth
Boy I be like yeah...Ya, Ya, Ya

ATL where them pimps, ballers, and the hustlers swell
I met a fly guy then we switched the cells
Under the influence so I can hardly tell
If he was the one for me
Popy doing this, popy doing that
Big thangs under the Cadillac
I'm tight, thoroughbred, spread it like butter
Walk threw the club bitch be like what tha
Shorty throwing money at me like he's a pitcher
Maybe on the weekend or something I get witcha
We did the damn thang and you was all crazy
Now you want to pull me up like I'm your lady

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Hey ladies, what's the word?
Some of these cats got a lot of nerve
Trying to run game, but I'm about to serve
Gotta have dough cause I love to splurge
Gucci and Fendi
Come scoop me up on your motorcycle
Once we get alone then you can rock the result
And if you promise to treat me right
Boy I guarantee I keep this thing locked tight
You thugged out with a lot of loot
Sweetheart I'm so proud of you
But I'm not going to let you break the rules
What you did to get it, you need to do to keep it

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Hey can you feel the brand new day
All my super stars came out to play
To see the thug child from around the way
This type of thing happens like every