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Oooouh Face Yeah Yeahhh Yuh Yuh Yuh Yuhhhh Yuh Yuh Yuh Yuhhhh Yuh Yuh Yuh Yuhhhh Hit that O All this booty shaking Make me wanna jiggalator She been on my phone I gotta tell her see her later Put my pistol in her purse And she don't even need the papers I got Jiggas , I got cuttas, I got killas, I got sprayers I got youngins on the block And they be dripping with the flavor I got OG's on the porch They be Smoking on the vapor I got teedy serving plates I got Unc riding scrapers They say Granny in the hospital Please don't take her! All this booty shaking Make me wanna Jiggalate All this booty shaking All this booty shaking All this booty shaking Make me wanna Jiggalate All this booty shaking All this booty shaking Hit that O All this booty shaking Make me wanna Jiggalate All this booty shaking All this booty shaking All this booty shaking Make me wanna Jiggalate All this booty shaking Make me wanna Jiggalate F A C E T H E S T A G E THATS ME Subwoofers Bangin Back in 03 Ogs called me swanga All the hoes they call me Steve Reebok classics Fat laces Champs Tee Platinum fubu Starch jeans That can stand From the crease All these bitches Know i'm Hot just like the beach And I do just what I want But you can't do it like me All this booty shaking Make me wanna Jiggalate All this booty shaking All this booty shaking All this booty shaking Make me wanna Jiggalate All this booty shaking All this booty shaking Hit that O All this booty shaking Make me wanna Jiggalate All this booty shaking All this booty shaking All this booty shaking Make me wanna Jiggalate All this booty shaking Make me wanna Jiggalate Indictment had me shook I was out here pulling capers Junkies smoking rock Higher than a skyscraper They ain't think I had it Bitch in ballon like a laker Got the Stick on my hip Like my name darth vader Certified mail Full of Ice Olympic skater Armed detail Strapped Up for the haters Playin witcha life Do we have any takers Ems hollerin Gah damn we can't save em In my possession Got a weapon Hitting targets My profession Vvs Straight baguettes Around neck It's a blessing It's cost To be the boss What's the price Ain't no guessin I put bodies On a shirt Yo paperwork Says you telling Face he Beat the case From outta state And Ain't no felon Bad bitches Is my taste Bust your head Just like a melon Middle finger To my haters You can see I ain't failing Thank god He got me right They want my soul But I ain't selling Jiggalate All this booty shaking Make me wanna jiggalator She been on my phone I gotta tell her see her later Put my pistol in her purse And she don't even need the papers I got Jiggas , I got cuttas, I got killas, I got sprayers
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