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Streetz-n-Young Deuces
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For The Bros
[Streetz:] Damn girl how you been? (How You been?), I ain't seen you in a long time Shit I'm happy that you still fine, hit me up yeah it's cool we can kill time We about to hit the club already Nigga been drinkin turn already Live life have fun Tryna get rich money goes money comes Hit the bar what you drinking Take a shot, take a shot, fast like you racing Leave the club, Genuwine, nigga so anxious Kay Kay, What a day, roll we can face it Twerk a lil more Twerk a lil, twerk a lil, twerk a lil more Sip a lil henny, sip a lil mo She a hot girl, damn her body cold fo sho
[Hook:] Shawty said she ready like right... now Let it go, you can have the time of your life, now She gone do it for the bros {Ohh oh oh oh ohhh oh oh oh} She gone do it, She gone do it for the bros {Ohh oh oh oh ohhh oh oh oh}
[Young Deuces:] Look I just touched down, I aont even hit the telly All the bad bitches steady blowin up my celly Told her meet me at the lobby and I'll hit her when I'm ready Brought her to the penthouse made her feel it in her belly, for real Leanin by the bar with a dime too Droppin' lines like shawty where dey find you? I got something you can go and put your mind too You the one, You the one shawty times two Damn watch her, watch her go Shawty threw dat ass like she goin for the goal She only do it for a real nigga touch her toes Tell me what you know cause I'm all about the dough I'm talking LAX stuntin, but a midwest nigga Why you at the table, where ya chips at nigga I be outta state getting big checks nigga You a bout to do it nigga, I'm a did that nigga, legit
[Hook]
[Streetz:] Girl you working with a whole lot, I know it She get rachet when she show out, gone and throw it You a bad one Lames dudes hawking never had one Damn let a chick breathe Guarantee she go to work with her hands on her knees Round of applause doing shit I never seen Bike stand twerking, yeah she put it on a lean Back against the wall, yeah she put it on me mean
[Young Deuces:] Black snapback and a gold chain So much money shawty thought I sold cocaine You was all up in here ear on the couch boy Then she leave with me, Ouch boy Peep my left hand creepin up her blouse boy I got, I got, I got mad flavor what you bout boy Yeah I did that, I ain't leave no doubt boy Respect to the West but I get it in the south boy
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