Play Your Part (Pt. 1)

Play your part
 Sweet jones
 My bitch a choosy lover, never fuck without a rubber
 Never in the sheets, like it on top of the cover
 Money on the dresser, drive a compressor
 Top notch ho's get the most, not the lesser
 Trash like the fuck for 40 dollars in the club
 Fucking up the game, bitch you gets no love
 She be cross country givin' all that she got
 A thousand a pop, I'm pullin' Bentleys off the lot
 I smashed up the gray one, bought me a red
 Every time we hit the parking lot we turn heads
 Some ho's wanna choose, but them bitches too scary
 Your bitch chose me, you ain't a pimp you a fairy
 Pump that shit
 Pump that shit
 Pump that shit
 Pump that shit
 Pump that shit
 Pump that shit
 Pump that shit
 Pump that shit
 Pump that
 Pump that
 Pump that shit
 Pump that shit
 Pump that
 Pump that
 Pump that shit
 Pump that shit
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 Now walk it out
 Now walk it out
 Now walk it out
 Now walk it out
 Now walk it out
 Now walk it out
 Now walk it out
 Now walk it out
 West Side walk it out
 South Side walk it out
 East Side walk it out
 North Side walk it out
 Now hit the dance floor
 And bend your back low
 She do it with no hands
 Now stop pop and roll
 I'm smoking bubba ho
 Now they in trouble ho
 I like the way she move
 Am undercover ho
 It's on once again
 Patron once again
 I threw my head back
 Then I froze like the Wind
 West Side walk it out
 South Side walk it out
 East Side walk it out
 North Side walk it out
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 We're not gonna take it
 You can show me how
 Uh uh, no way, you can show me how
 No, we ain't gonna take it!
 You can show me how
 Uh uh, no way, you can show me how
 We're not gonna take it... anymore!
 Hey, hey, you can show me how
 Uh uh, no way, you can show me how
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 Yeah Ok, we poppin' champagne like we won a championship game
 Look like I got on a championship ring
 'Cause I ball hard
 No bitch we ball harder
 I am the Birdman
 And I'm J-R-uh
 Bitch I'm paid, that's all I gotta say
 What you know about that, what you know about that
 Bitch I'm paid, that's all I gotta say
 What you know about that?
 I know all about that
 Bitch I'm paid, that's all I gotta say
 Can't see you lil' niggas, the money in the way
 And I-I'm sitting high, a gansta ride blazed
 If you ain't gonna ride fly then you may as well hate, shit
 I gotta eat, yeah even though I ate
 Even though it ain't my birthday but I got my name on the cake, shit
 Believe that and if ya mans wanna play
 Imma fuck around and put the boy brains on da table
 Hey pick 'em up, fuck 'em, let 'em-lay
 Where I'm from we see a fuckin' dead body everyday
 Look, uptown, throw a stack at 'em
 Make a song about me, I'm throwin' shots back at 'em (pop)
 Bitch I'm a pipe, she like a crack addict
 If she saw me cookin' eggs, she thought I was back at it
 I grab my keys, ho I gotta go
 I got my motorcycle jacket and my motorcycle loafs
 'Cause nothing compares
 What you know about that?
 Nothing compares to you (what you know about that)
 I was gettin' some head
 Gettin', gettin' some head
 I was gettin' some head
 Gettin', gettin' some head
 Nothing compares
 What you know about that?
 Nothing compares to you (I know all about that)
 I was gettin' some head
 Gettin', gettin' some head
 I was with the kinda girl that make yo toes curl