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[Intro] Teen drinkin is very bad Yo I got a fake Id tho' (Beat starts) Yeah, yeah, yeah Two step nigga, two step nigga [Verse One] One, here comes the two to the three to the four Errybody drunk out on the dance floor Baby girl ass just look like she want more Like she a groupie, and I ani't even on tour Maybe 'cause she heard that I rhyme hardcore Or maybe 'cause she heard that I rock out the stores Bottom of the ninth, and this nigga gotta score If not I got to move on to the next floor Here comes the three to the two to the one Homeboy trippin he dont know I got a gun When it come to poppin we do this for fun You ain't got one nigga you better run Now I'm in the back gettin head from a hun While she goin down I'm braggin on what I done She smokin my stuff sayin she ain't havin fun She ain't give it back now you don't get none [Hook x4: Whispering] Letras de cancionesNow errybody in da club gettin tipsy (Errybody in the club gettin tipsy) [x4] [Verse Two] Two, here comes the three to the four to the five Now I'm lookin at shorty right in her eyes Couple seconds pass now I'm lookin' at her thighs Now she tellin me how much she had a guy Say she got a kid but she got her tubes high Oh you twenty one girl thats alright I wonder if her shake comin with them fries If so baby can I get 'em super size? Here comes the four to the three to the two She started feeling on my chest and right out the blue And she super thick so I'm thinkin that's cool But instead of one life I'mma need two Her eyes got big when she glanced at my jewls Scratchin on her face like she ain't got a clue Then she told me she don't run with a crew You know how I do but I guess one gotta do [Hook] [Verse Three] Three, here comes the four to the five to the six The average manditory I ain't gotta sound rich This single man ain't tryin to get hitched Nickel wasted on me man son of a bitch Brushed it off now I'm back to gettin lit Get some orange juice man this some good shit Homeboy trippin 'cause I'm sturing at his chick Now he on the sideline sturing at my click Here comes the five to the four to the three Hands in the arr if yo cats drunk as me Club on the set Quan cut out them trees Dude I don't curr I'm a P.I.M.P! [Hook] [Outro x4: Whispering] (Errybody in da club gettin tipsy) [Beat continues til fade] From Letras Mania