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It's going down Fade to Blackstreet
The homeys got abby collab creations Funk like acne
No doubt I put it down never slouch
As long as my credit could vouch
A dog couldn't catch me ********* out
Tell me who could stop with Dre makin' moves
Attracting honeys like a magnet
Giving them ear-asms with my mellow accent
Still moving his flavor with the homeys Blackstreet & Teddy
The original rump shakers
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Shorty get down, good Lord
Baby got 'em open all over town
Strickly biz she don't play around
Each and every day true player way
I can't get her outta my mind (well)
I think about the girl all the time (well well)
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East side to the west side
Push your fat rides it's no surprise
She got tricks in the stash
Fast when it comes to the gas
She's on when she's got to have it
Baby your a perfect 10, I wanna get in
Can I get down so I can win
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She's got class and style
Street knowledge, by the pound
Baby never act wild, very low key on the profile
Catching villians is a no
Let me tell you how it goes
Curve's the word, spin's the verb
Lovers it curves so freak what you heard
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You don't even know what the half is
Just for shorty bang bang to look your way
I like the way you work it
Trump tight all day, everyday
You're blowing my mind, maybe in time
Baby I can get you in my ride
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Hey yo hey yo hey yo hey yo
(Hey yo that girl looks good)
Hey yo hey yo hey yo hey yo
Hey yo hey yo hey yo hey yo
Hey yo hey yo hey yo hey yo
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Icy gleem and pinky diamond ring
We be's the baddest clickup on this scene
Ain't you getting bored with these fake ass broads
High shows and proves, no doubt
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Faking moves never been my thing
So Teddy pass the word to your nigga Chauncey
I'll be sending a car, lets say around 3: 30
Queen Pen and Blackstreet, it's no diggity
Writer(s): Lynise Walters, Bill Withers, Edward Theodore Riley, Chauncey Andre Hannibal, Richard S. Vick Iii, William Stewart