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I need somebody to send me some zig-zags back here Yeah [Verse 1] A couple seconds of game, I got you telling me your bra-size It's YA up in the club, now it's all eyes We kick-back with the click-clack, sitting in my lap while I'm dipping in my 'llac And chicken heads always hit a nigga back When they see 'em how I'm rolling, sitting on a stack Scoe-Dellic, let a pro tell it Cop a gang of snow, and let a hoe sell it Blow dro 'til my eyes turn mo' yellow Rule number one, when the cops come, no telling So poetic, the flow genetic And I couldn't have said it better than my big bro said it [Hook] Take her to the spot, get flipped She a flipper, once she off liquor Hit it from the back, she get thicker You better watch your back though, cause she'll stick ya Never call her back, cause she'll flip She a flipper, once she off liquor Hit it from the back, she get thicker After that, holla back, I get wit' cha [Verse 2] Everybody talking that garbage, don't wanna walk wit' What they talk, walk the walk Wanna step to the street, ain't got no heat Ain't ready to ride, when it's on the spot I come off the rain, I'm off the chain I'm off the cane, like Eddie Cane off the 'caine Yeah, all the same And I'm in it for the dollars, ya feel me then holla (Scoe!) And all the homies on the streets, ain't got no love for a nigga on the beat Cause a nigga on the beat got money in his pocket, now they jealous of me So now they looking in my face like they wanna take something from me Looking at my money I'm like 'Nah', now Im looking at the honey Like what she wanna do, wanna roll wit' the crew [Hook] Take her to the spot, get flipped She a flipper, once she off liquor Hit it from the back, she get thicker You better watch your back though, cause she'll stick ya Never call her back, cause she'll flip She a flipper, once she off liquor Hit it from the back, she get thicker After that, holla back, I get wit' cha [Verse 3] Oh shizzle, Mr Scoe-Dizzle Yo' brizzle all on my jizzle Now this here's where it counts So walk in, +Jig+ it out, like +Show Me The Bounce+ Show me the shake, and show me the drop Show me the snake, and show me the watch She was making it break, and making it pop Wiggling it fast, then slow to making it stop Now should I play my part, and do my thing? Or keep it G? I chose to remain composed Taking off her clothes But I'm Young Scoe-Dellic, I don't love them hoes The B-O-Y wit' the D-U-I, and the SUV full of THC The K-I-D wit' P-H-I-D, I burn rubber like I had HIV [Hook] Take her to the spot, get flipped She a flipper, once she off liquor Hit it from the back, she get thicker You better watch your back though, cause she'll stick ya Never call her back, cause she'll flip She a flipper, once she off liquor Hit it from the back, she get thicker After that, holla back, I get wit' cha |
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