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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%