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Streetz-n-Young Deuces
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For The Bros
[Streetz：]
Damn girl how you been? (How You been?), I ain't seen you in a long time
Shit I'm happy that you still fine, hit me up yeah it's cool we can kill time
We about to hit the club already
Nigga been drinkin turn already
Live life have fun
Tryna get rich money goes money comes
Hit the bar what you drinking
Take a shot, take a shot, fast like you racing
Leave the club, Genuwine, nigga so anxious
Kay Kay, What a day, roll we can face it
Twerk a lil more
Twerk a lil, twerk a lil, twerk a lil more
Sip a lil henny, sip a lil mo
She a hot girl, damn her body cold fo sho
[Hook:]
Shawty said she ready like right... now
Let it go, you can have the time of your life, now
She gone do it for the bros {Ohh oh oh oh ohhh oh oh oh}
She gone do it, She gone do it for the bros {Ohh oh oh oh ohhh oh oh oh}
[Young Deuces:]
Look I just touched down, I aont even hit the telly
All the bad bitches steady blowin up my celly
Told her meet me at the lobby and I'll hit her when I'm ready
Brought her to the penthouse made her feel it in her belly, for real
Leanin by the bar with a dime too
Droppin' lines like shawty where dey find you?
I got something you can go and put your mind too
You the one, You the one shawty times two
Damn watch her, watch her go
Shawty threw dat ass like she goin for the goal
She only do it for a real nigga touch her toes
Tell me what you know cause I'm all about the dough
I'm talking LAX stuntin, but a midwest nigga
Why you at the table, where ya chips at nigga
I be outta state getting big checks nigga
You a bout to do it nigga, I'm a did that nigga, legit
[Hook]
[Streetz:]
Girl you working with a whole lot, I know it
She get rachet when she show out, gone and throw it
You a bad one
Lames dudes hawking never had one
Damn let a chick breathe
Guarantee she go to work with her hands on her knees
Round of applause doing shit I never seen
Bike stand twerking, yeah she put it on a lean
Back against the wall, yeah she put it on me mean
[Young Deuces:]
Black snapback and a gold chain
So much money shawty thought I sold cocaine
You was all up in here ear on the couch boy
Then she leave with me, Ouch boy
Peep my left hand creepin up her blouse boy
I got, I got, I got mad flavor what you bout boy
Yeah I did that, I ain't leave no doubt boy
Respect to the West but I get it in the south boy
[Hook]
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