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

I'm a rock pop star
You out the doe and the fast car
run from nothin' when I come through
Roll with the realest can take out your whole crew

(Hicky-hicky-hicky)
Aww shit!
(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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(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 can't get my on
Drop a beat and let a girl feel
I'm so gutter, watch my do somethin'

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

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

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

Bout to to the hills fore I pass out
Get my coat the check fore I spaz out
Pull my whip to the and I jump in
Catch a look from the niggas in the black Benz

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

(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!

Now I'm feelin' mmm, mmm
Eyes filled up the bloodshots
Look like a lay-up the lights out
Now he's tryna get a lick but I'm all

Keep, keep
Keep, keep
Keep, talkin'
Keep, keep

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

Now, he from?
Is it my city, your
All you need to know, I from a dope city
Never shoot the boys, still the dope Bentley
Taste to the kush with a chase of the

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

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

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