She grabbed my hand, pinky promise it ? you swear
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Said she love me getting money, baby stay right there
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She was the one, Shawty don¡¯t cook, don¡¯t clean
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If you ask her what¡¯s for dinner she¡¯ll know what that means
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She say the only thing she gotta make for dinner is the reservations
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(The only thing she gotta make for dinner is the reservations)
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She say the only thing she gotta make for dinner is the reservations
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(The only thing she gotta make for dinner is the reservations)
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What? That¡¯s her ass? Is it real? Can I grab? Can I feel?
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Cuz I¡¯m goin¡¯ if you¡¯re goin¡¯ and she goin¡¯ and we blowin¡¯
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And we growin¡¯ and we drinkin¡¯, I¡¯m thinkin¡¯
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I try to take it to another plate
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Take you the states but for the stackes must get another raise
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I¡¯m on my mission, million dollar politician
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Boxes of phones, a couple cribs that I get the flip
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Let me give you the script, this ain¡¯t chicken and shit
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This is criss with the shrip, this is Christian Dior
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7-50 for weed and that¡¯s just for desert
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I be whippin¡¯ that bit, it¡¯s expensive to rent
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Thinkin¡¯ that you and I be ridin¡¯ to the party
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Eyes blurry, half tip, wanna see that ass skip
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Like a CD with a scratch on that shit
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Yea, I take you out to eat, we get it crackin¡¯ rass
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She grabbed my hand, pinky promise it ? you swear
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Said she love me getting money, baby stay right there
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She was the one, Shawty don¡¯t cook, don¡¯t clean
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If you ask her what¡¯s for dinner she¡¯ll know what that means
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She say the only thing she gotta make for dinner is the reservations
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(The only thing she gotta make for dinner is the reservations)
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She say the only thing she gotta make for dinner is the reservations
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(The only thing she gotta make for dinner is the reservations)
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It¡¯s like today, Charday, tomorrow, Tamaro
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Ain¡¯t mine, ain¡¯t yours, they borrowed, we share her
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Let her run free man, she get loose when she can
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Let her in the strip club with 3 bands in each hand
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Dollars fallin¡¯ like stackin¡¯ pens, I be throwin¡¯ them too
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Throw it in the air and make a wish and hope that it come true
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And I wish you was my main bitch, please excuse my language
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But I don¡¯t give a flyin¡¯ motherfuck who you came with
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She don¡¯t cook, say that she don¡¯t clean
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Cuz her daddy was a heavy in the dope game
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She always had a made, could probly get a chef
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If you needed some uh, she could get it for less
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I¡¯ll be on the patrol for the dollars I¡¯ owed
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Money over these bitches, if you wanted a coe
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Cuz we do. Girl you fine, I see you
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You run around with the clique, I bet your friends do too
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She grabbed my hand, pinky promise it ? you swear
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Said she love me getting money, baby stay right there
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She was the one, Shawty don¡¯t cook, don¡¯t clean
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If you ask her what¡¯s for dinner she¡¯ll know what that means
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She say the only thing she gotta make for dinner is the reservations
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(The only thing she gotta make for dinner is the reservations)
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She say the only thing she gotta make for dinner is the reservations
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(The only thing she gotta make for dinner is the reservations)
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That¡¯s her ass? Is it real? Can I grab? Can I feel?
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The only thing she gotta make for dinner is the reservations
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That¡¯s her ass? Is it real?..
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Reservations
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Sir Michael Rocks |