Oo-chie wally wally, oo-chie bang bang Oo-chie wally wally Oh yeah muthafucka that's that shit Ladies make it hot Thugs make it hot make it pop He really really really work my body He really really really turned me out

Fuck it up girl, go on, fuck it up, girl Go on, fuck it up, girl, go on, fuck it up, girl You're with your girlfriends, I'm with my niggas I know we drunk talking shit, but that's my nigga Fifty inch weave but you bought it so it's yours hair Drop it to

We don't apologize And that's just the way it is But we can harmonize Even if we sound like shit Don't try to criticize You bitches better plead the fifth We've been idolized Role models for all the kids. (for all the kids)

La, la, la, la La, la, laa (huh) This that him that's talking shit La, laa, la, laa Oh my god, Ronny Like a Quarter Pounder, I found her She with a boy think it's Ned Flanders She said that, really nice

And party and bullshit How we do, that's just how we do We're tearing up the town 'Cause that's just how we do And party, and party I wanna party and bullshit 'Cause when the sun sets baby On the avenue I get that drunk sex feeling

My nigga locked up with a smartphone I'm tryna drop some babies in her jawbone That's some street shit, we got next, bitch Bought a necklace just to flex, bitch If Puerto Rico wasn't gone he would be right here with me If True wasn't gone he would be

I had to reco-reco-reconig-i-ize it A lot of these niggas tell real lies They not 'bout shit in real life And that's something that I had to realize (Realize) (Reco-reco-reconig-i-ize) They see me winning and now they don't like it (Yeah, I know they

You just want what you can't have I'll call the cops If you don't stop, I'll call your dad And I hate to do this to you on your birthday Happy birthday by the way "It's not you, it's me" and all that other bullshit You know that's bullshit Don'tcha',

And right out the other, It goes In One Ear, People talkin' shit but you know we'll never bother, They say that we ain't got the style, We ain't got the class, We ain't got the tunes that's goin to put us on the map And I'm a phony in disguise, Trying to

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