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This for my girlfriend
This is for my
This is for my girlfriend [x2]
This is for my B.F.F - girlfriend
Ayo where my BFF?
Where my playboy bunny?
Where that nigga Hugh Heff
When we pull up at the light
Why everything else get left?
Why they screwin up they face?
Why they lookin a hot mess?
Why they be like no they didn't
Them bitches is always shittin
My clock be tick tick tick tickin
Them chickens is finger lickin
And that's why we doin breezy
Stuntin that Louie Veezy
We straight with all the perm
and you bitches is stupid peezy
Would you like some rice with that?
We get alotta cheese no mice with that?
I mean I want some ice with that
No soda, where your owner?
Get your license back
Hoe
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That's my girlfriend,
g-g-g-girlfriend
Don't forget the brush,
blowdryer and the curlin
Aye and that's my girlfriend
Tell them hoes stop benting
They know they want everything
that we be coppington
Wherever I slide thru
I gotta go buy two
If I get it in the pink
I could have the light blue
Brand new Range Rover
that was for her b-day
I just auctioned off some shit
You could get it on e-bay
Anyway we VIP,
we don't even need ID
Put em in the ICU
If they don't bring the ICE
Get them bottles of Rose
Or Long Island icey tea
Put my bracelet in the mirror
I see me icey me, get it?
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Excuse me
There's way too many groupies
Why don't you just sit back or dance
Sorry we don't chit chat with fans
We came in the Diablo
Or was a Galardo
We got the top down doors that Murcielago
LP460 bitches that's the model