Yeah yeah
Sole
Bitch brigade comin
Throw em up throw em up now
1 - wanna iy yi yi tonight
See me make a nigga mine mine mine tonight
See ya check ya nigga, why why why tonight
Make a nigga dump a hoe for this
Roll with this
Get up in it
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The shower when the phone rings lookin for me
Now that figures
Then the door bell, who could it be?
Its my niggas
Wanna get up in my closet and floss it
Make a move never used but Im grabbin and tossin
Comin too, still new, but Im lookin fo shoes
To rock wit it
Get the tightest jeans, gucci the theme
Lock wit it
Little panties but Im ditchin the bra
No back in it
Got the tightest strings know what I mean
No slack in it
Yell for kc, see if she ready
Lets ride
Hear my other girls pull in the drive
Outside
Last brace, see the angel will last
All night
Check the locks, blow this nigga a kiss
>from last night
Get my keys and Im droppin the top
S k
Blowin in the wind, wavin or not
Parlay
With the range and the six in the rear
Its all woman, we stunnin
Niggas runnin, my bitch brigade comin
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Roll with nothin but the finest of bitches
In my crew
Havin niggas throw the finest of riches
At my crew
Hit the club, aint no standin in line
Stroll through
Have to shut it down so the brigade
Can roll through
Sayin nothin and these niggas is sweatin
Come wit it
Know they want the ass, watchin em bettin
On who get it
Its a no go, if you no dough
Fo-get it
Dont like, you can roll the fuck out
Or roll wit it
bout 5 of the finest you seen
In yo life
Make you question why the ho that you wit
Is yo wife
At the bar, niggas spillin they drinks
On they slacks
Comin through, we just stoppin they women
In they tracks
Entourage, lookin like we a page
In playboy
Hear me flow sick, knowin that
Imma stay, boy
Its sole, what Im sayin for us
Ya pay, boy
Pocahontas and my indian bitches
Dont play, boy
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Pack it up, now we leavin the club
Lets ride
Screamin niggas follow closely behind
Outside
Time to go, leave em wonderin why
Dreams die
Thought you come wit me, heard it from who?
Damn lie
Got to take it home, workin tomorrow
Laced track
Puttin it down, me and santa forever
Blazed that
Hit the door, and my nigga is waitin
Im wit that
Put it on him like a champ
And ya never forget that
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