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Yo I got a fake ID though.
Yeeah, yeeah, yeeah, yo, two step with me, two step with me.
One, here comes the two to the three to the four,
Everybody drunk out on the dance floor,
Babygirl *** jiggle like she want more,
Like she a groupie and I aint even on tour,
Maybe cause she heard that I rhyme hardcore,
Or maybe cause she heard that I buy out the stores,
Bottom of the ninth and a ***** gotta score,
If not I gotta move on to the next floor ["whore" - dirty version],
Here comes the three to the two to the one,
Homeboy trippin' he don't know I got a gun,
When it come to pop man we do **** for fun,
You aint got one ***** you betta run,
Now I'm in the back gettin head from my hunz,
While she goin down I'm breakin down what I done,
She smokin my blunt sayin she aint havin fun,
***** give it back now you don't get none.
Now everybody in the club ["in this *****" - dirty version] gettin' tipsy,
Everybody in the club ["in this *****" - dirty version] gettin' tipsy
Two, here comes the three to the four to the five,
Now I'm lookin' at shorty right in the eyes,
Couple seconds passed now I'm lookin' at her thighs,
While she tellin' me how much she hate her guy,
Said she got a kid but she got her tubes tied,
If you two one girl that's alright,
I wonder if a shake comin' with them fries,
If so baby can I get em super sized,
Here comes the four to the three to the two,
She started feelin' on my Johnson right out the blue,
Girl you super thick so I'm thinkin' that's koo,
But instead of one lifestyle I need two
Her eyes got big when she glanced at my jewels,
Expression on her face like she aint got a clue,
And she told me she don't run with a crew,
You know how I do but I guess one gotta do.
Three, here comes the four to the five to the six,
Self explanatory I ain't gotta say I'm rich,
This single man ain't tryna get hitched,
***** waste it on me man son of a *****,
Brushed it all off now I'm back to gettin' lit,
Grisa orange juice man this some good ish,
Homeboy trippin' cause I'm starin' at his chick,
Now he on the sideline starin' at my clique,
Here comes the five to the four to the three,
Hands in the air if you cats drunk as me,
Club on the set Kwon cut out them trees,
Dude I don't care I'm a p.i.m.p.
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