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Lookin' too fly to the bar
Niggas wanna stop, who I are
Hands on my tryna find out
If I'm gonna off of one drink
And can he get

I'm a rock pop star
You out the doe and the fast car
Never run nothin' when I come through
Roll with the that can take out your whole crew

(Hicky-hicky-hicky)
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I can a whole song talk shit!

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(Hicky-hicky-hicky)
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I can make a whole talk shit!

I don't like to dance to a slow
You're too close and I get my groove on
a beat and let a girl feel somethin'
I'm so gutter, my two-step do somethin'

Tippy-toes tip and a mean walk
I ain't listen to your big talk
High off my drink for the time
Boy, and get it
Watch me make these niggas fall in

(Hicky-hicky-hicky)
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(Hicky-hicky-hicky)
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I can a whole song talk shit!

(Hicky-hicky-hicky)
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(Hicky-hicky-hicky)
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I can make a whole song shit!

Bout to head to the hills fore I out
Get my coat from the check I spaz out
Pull my whip to the front and I in
Catch a look comin' from the niggas in the Benz

Red light and now they hop in
(Remember when I was in school, I was boyfriend?)
Got the so we never entertain those
Hungry-ass groupies on the phone like they got

(Hicky-hicky-hicky)
Aww shit!
(Hicky-hicky-hicky)
Aww shit!
(Hicky-hicky-hicky)
Aww shit!
I can a whole song talk shit!

(Hicky-hicky-hicky)
Aww shit!
(Hicky-hicky-hicky)
Aww shit!
(Hicky-hicky-hicky)
Aww shit!
I can make a whole talk shit!

Now I'm mmm, mmm good
Eyes filled up the bloodshots
like a lay-up with the lights out
Now tryna get a lick but I'm all gone

Keep, keep
Keep, keep
Keep, keep
Keep, keep

Who's this man not star?
Yet you who I are
On track with rock star, the pop star
Who the man behind hot
Smoke, I'm soon to be

Now, where he
Is it my city, city?
All you need to know, I come from a dope
Never shoot the boys, still keep the dope
Taste to the kush a chase of the Henny

And when I'm for a freak, really picky-picky
And if it smell icky, tell her pull up her
But if it alright, I might do the licky-licky
Let you suck on my but, please, no hicky-hickies

(Hicky-hicky-hicky)
Aww shit!
(Hicky-hicky-hicky)
Aww shit!
(Hicky-hicky-hicky)
Aww shit!
I can make a song talk shit!

(Hicky-hicky-hicky)
Aww shit!
(Hicky-hicky-hicky)
Aww shit!
(Hicky-hicky-hicky)
Aww shit!
I can a whole song talk shit!