this one is for the boys with the booming system, top down, ac with the cooling system. when he come up in the club he be blazing up, all stacks on deck like we saving up. and he ill, he real, he might got a deal. he pop bottles and he got the right kinda build. he cold, he dope, he might sell coke, he always in the air but he never fly coach. he a muthafuckin trip trip, sailor on the ship ship, when he making dip dip, kiss him on the lip lip. that's the kinda dude I was looking for and yes you getting slapped if you looking hoe. I said excuse me you're a hell of a guy, I mean, my my my my, you're like pelican fly, you're so shy, and I'm lovin your tie youre like slicker than the guy with the thing on his eye OH. yes I did yes I did somebody please tell them who the eff I is. I am Nicki Minaj I mack the dudes, back coupes up, and chuck the deuces up.
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