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Go shorty shorty go shorty shorty go (2x) Excuse me little mama But you could say I'm on duty I'm lookin' for a cutie A real big o' ghetto booty I really like your kitty kat And if you let me touch her I know you're not a bluffer I'll take you to go see Usher I keep a couple hoes Like Santa I keep a vixen Got that dasher, dancer, prancer Dixen, comet, cupid, Donner, BLITZEN! I'm hotter than 100 degrees A lotta bread, no sesame seeds If I'm in yo city I'm signin them tig ol bitties I'm plottin on how I can take Cassie away from Diddy The girls want a Minaj Yeah they wetta than a Rainmen Usher buzz me in, EVERYBODY LOVES RAYMOND! All the girls standing in the line for the Bathroom! All the girls standing in the line for the Bathroom! Letras de cancionesAll the girls standing in the line for the Bathroom! All the girls standing, All the, All the girls standing, All the, All the girls standing in the line for the Bathroom! All the girls standing in the line for the Bathroom! All the girls standing in the, All the girls standing in the line for the Bathroom! Cant start a fire (Oh yeah Oh) You cant start a fire (oh, oh) without a spark This gun's for hire (Oh yeah Oh) even if we're just dancing in the dark Hit her wit that flex Hit her wit that flex Hit her wit that Hit her wit that flex She go be beggin fo some more Hit her wit that flex Hit her wit that flex Hit her wit that Hit her wit that flex She go be beggin fo some more Hands on yo head while you workin' on the floor You know, Lil' mama choosing as I walk through the door Gucci head to toe so you know I'm getting chosen so watch me hit her with that flex She go be begging for some more Hey my nigga we havin' a wonderful day and I won't fuck with me. Why? 'Cause it's the 1st of the month and now we smokin', chokin', rollin' blunts And sippin' on 40 ounces thuggin' come come we got the blessed rum From jumpin' all nights we high Hit up the block to where? East 99 I get with my nigga to get me some yayo Double up nigga what you need? We got weed to get P.O.Ded Fiend for the green leaves [ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/steady-shock-lyrics-girl-talk.html ]Give it up it's the foe sure you better lay low Cause the po-po creep when they roll slow If you can't get away better toss that yayo Keep your bankroll Yeah we havin' a celebration, I love to stay high And you better believe when it's time to grind I'm down for mine crime after crime Fin to creep to the pad cause mom's got grub on the grill If we got the food, you know it's the 1st of the month and my nigga we chills foe real (3X) Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of the month To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up who the fuck are y'all who the fuck are who the fuck are who the fuck are y'all (y'all, y'all y'all) who the fuck are y'all who the fuck are who the fuck are who the fuck are y'all (y'all, y'all y'all) bottles on me long as someone drink it never drop the ball, fuck y'all thinking making sure the young money ship is never sinking bout to set it off in this bitch Jada Pinkett I shouldn't have drove, tell me how I'm getting home you too fine to be laying down in bed alone I can teach you how to speak my language Rosetta stone I swear this life is like the sweetest thing I've ever known got to go thriller Mike Jackson on these n'ggas all I need is a fucking red jackets with some zippers super good smidoke a package of the swishas I did it over night, it couldn't happen any quicker y'all know them, but fuck it me either but point the biggest skeptic out I'll make them a believer It wouldn't be the first time I've done it throwing hundreds When I should be throwing ones bitch I run it ahh Who run it Bitch I run it Who run it Bitch I, bitch I run it Who run it Bitch I run it These niggaz got plenty anna, but they ain't got plenty guns I'm bustin' out of luxury cars, still got these hoes on the run I'm hearin' plenty many words, but ain't no actions to prove We can do some straight war for war, we can do some stickin' and movin' We can meet in the middle of these streets or in the middle of this RING I can pop your chest, PLASTIC glock, or pop your jaw diamond ring Please don't hate me hate the bank FOR STASHIN' G's that I take Or hate my shiny wristband, and big ass rims I rotate (4X) These bitches ain't runnin'(runnin'), shit but y'all mouth Cause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed out From Letras Mania