Fudge - Low Steppa Remix - Edit

Give it that
 Give it that
 Yeah, they heard of how I move
 They want my style and that's the truth
 Champagne spillin' in the booth
 While I dance to my own tunes
 I got karats on my tooth
 And I look good so he got news
 Yeah, my baby thinks he's bulletproof
 But he sends me nudes
 Self-esteem is through the roof
 He's in a mood
 Forgive his attitude
 We fill the cup, know how we do
 Give it that, uh, give it that, ooh
 Little bit wild, live at the zoo
 I'm not his wife, but he still approves
 You know I be rude 'cause I got that groove
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 Who the F is, who the fudge is that?
 Give it that
 Own my own lane
 Hamilton with the five hundred miles per hour in the rain
 And I ain't slowin' down no time soon, man
 'Cause I can't find the brakes
 Championships with the big gold cup
 And the six audacious rings
 Sprayin' champagne from a bottle
 With my name engraved on the side like a king
 Me and my girl in the back of the PJ
 Headin' for the weekend fling
 That's that Boasty rap
 But I can boast and back this ting
 Return of the Mack like Morrison
 Mark my words when I do my ting
 See them scan my moves and they keep askin' like
 Who the F is, who the fudge is that?
 Yeah, they heard of how I move
 While I dance to my own tunes
 Champagne spillin' in the booth
 I got karats on my tooth
 And I look good so he got news
 Yeah, my baby thinks he's bulletproof
 But he sends me nudes
 Self-esteem is through the roof
 He's in a mood
 Forgive his attitude
 We fill the cup, know how we do
 Give it that, uh, give it that, ooh
 Little bit wild, live at the zoo
 I'm not his wife, but he still approves
 You know I be rude 'cause I got that groove