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Tryna be down, well he probably could But that b*t*h just a little too Hollywood Took about a pound of the Charlie 'fore the party good He ain't never seen a brick; they shot him where he stood (Step off!) Back up, back up, back up, back up, back up (Step!) Back up, back up, back up, back up, back up (Shh) Back up, back up, back up, back up, back up Back up, back up, back up, back up, back up Drugs! (Drugs!) Drugs! (Drugs!) Drugs! (Drugs!) Drugs! (Drugs!) She take another shot, and then she give another hug She feelin' really snug like a rug who under a bug Or maybe she meant the opposite, Molly did and she coppin' it Selfie photo, she croppin' it; since they askin', she poppin' it Self-control, yeah, she lockin' it all away; thong, she rockin' it Showin' she lonely only to end up alone and clockin' it (Party, party, party, party, party) And she ain't stoppin' it Next morning, time for work, she still asleep 'Bout to lose her job, and it's the third time this week She tryna make that paper on the web showin' her feet to them creeps Ain't she sweet, now he askin' her to meet At a club, 42nd and Whitelock Now he got her cornered, tryna show her white c*ck (Come here, baby!) She wear a smile, and then she touch it for a while While he pullin' out that pipe and he fillin' it with that white rock He tryin' to fill her ass while he feelin' it all cracked out Stab, she pulls a katana that's Dolce Gabbana And blood's everywhere, n***a, back up, ah Tryna be down, well he probably could But that b*t*h just a little too Hollywood Took about a pound of the Charlie 'fore the party good He ain't never seen a brick; they shot him where he stood (Step off!) Back up, back up, back up, back up, back up (Step!) Back up, back up, back up, back up, back up (Shh) Back up, back up, back up, back up, back up Back up, back up, back up, back up, back up Fake red sh*t on them hot cheese sticks From the corner store, pocket full of loosies and a Cherry Coke Red nose like a pit, wipes that on the sleeve Back to the counter, pop clip, empty the drawer, leave House packed from the front door to the back door, can't breathe Loud pack lit out back in the backyard, that weed Smellin' the clothes under the skin, f**k up the flow, b*t*h goin' in She twerkin' alone, you don't wanna touch her She probably could bite your face off in a minute She hittin' them bath salts, like it was exfoliating It's no more glasses cause the sh*ts keep breaking Get your rake up, step up, pour up, burn up Hold up, sh*t, you already know Turn up, turn up, turn up So when the eyes look marble, that's the code And the rain is comin' down again Under the porchlight it glows, it burns when it hits the skin Cleans the soul they say, but why would you listen to them? Just get a new one, like a white tee At the corner store, they got 'em two for ten Tryna be down, well he probably could But that b*t*h just a little too Hollywood Took about a pound of the Charlie 'fore the party good He ain't never seen a brick; they shot him where he stood (Step off!) Back up, back up, back up, back up, back up (Step!) Back up, back up, back up, back up, back up (Shh) Back up, back up, back up, back up, back up Back up, back up, back up, back up, back up Back up, back up, back up, back up, back up Back up, back up, back up, back up, back up Back up, back up, back up, back up, back up Back up, back up, back up, back up, back up
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