Walking down the street Got my Walkman in Dancing down the block Making people turn and stop Singing all them songs With them headphones in my ears Tell the people go and do it I know I’ll make it out of here Swagging Swaying Moving Dancing Up and down street to my songs Flocking Rolling Jumping Grooving Cars, they stop and cheer me on Fellas (yeah?!) Kick it up (kick it) Ladies (what?!) Quake it up (yeah) Jordans looking fresh and clean No creases and not dusty Rocking cargo pants and bikini I’m feeling nice but so mean Stunting Playing Quaking Kicking Shaking my hips to the beat Hating Loving Faking Flaunting Show off my bitch, her shape t Open jacket, show off my strap They know I don’t play, they know where I’m at Tell them run it up, if they wanna fight (square up) Tell ‘em bring they gun, this a fair fight Burkin bag, got all the essentials In the club, with scrippers and bimbos Give them cash and they do what I want Hand on her ass as she flaunt her stuff Boobs out Ass out Gun cocked Bitch Waist gone Thick bitch Booty poppin’ Bitch Club lit Bimbos lit Scrippers lit Pose (ho) Take a sip Lick that spit Flaunt that body Bitch Posing Walking Smirking Flick flicking I’m gonna pose it up Gazing Winking Working Twerking On my tippy toes (Aye, on my tippy toes) (I know all these hoes) (Baby get that dough) (Hit up all them stores)
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