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Hey Lady (feat. Freekey Zekey)

I know you heard me in British rob

But I get you bracelets till ya wrist is throbbed

Just kissed the nob, and put your meat on my stick like a shish-ka-bob

Out mingalin', heard that I blingy-bling, but I run the circus like ring-a-ling

I'm the king of things, and your man he a homo like jing-a-ling (jing-a-ling)That's life, hit 'em with the pow-ping, pow, pow, .45 load thing

Look wild thing, I do wild things, make China stretch like Yoa Ming

Ching chong like a higher Chow Main, I buy lango ma, I don't need a nickel

Naw, oh you tickled ma? 'cause your nipples huh

Comin' through your shirt, nearly ripped your bra[Chorus]

I see the hate in your eyes, damn them boys is too fly

The way we roll up, rims all swoll up, ice all froze up

And while you're actin' surprised, like we dough sellin' pies

They way we hold up, papi hole up, mami roll upI know a school in work, but you need to schooled in work

Put my 2 to work, I feelin' your shoes, your purse

You get low on dough, the few the first

I don't need you high like I'm high, but shit, I need you fly like I'm fly

Fresh, Louis Vuitton ankle, Pastel, Louis Vuitton rainbowThrew on the Kango, threw on Durango's

Not from the nati, but through on the Bengals

Moved on an angle, like a baller malodor the two gon' tango

Shake your body mami, move your body hottie

Its true on kamikaze, I'm movin' a MaseratiThey all polly polly, voo boy dolly dolly, I don't talk like the swolly mami

I see the hate in your eyes, damn them boys is too fly

The way we roll up, rims all swoll up, ice all froze up

And while you're actin' surprised, like we dough sellin' pies

They way we hold up, papi hole up, mami roll upLady, dry your panties, damn, she want to right her family

Tell 'em Nad, I'm a dyper dandy and I got all type of candy

What's that Victoria Secret, here's Lapearla, come peep it

This lingerie that you could honor a wonder woman, oui, go on play

Like Cam' watch, like Cam' ring, like Cam' chain, like Cam bling

Heard Cam' sing, if a damn fling, goddamn mam', not a damn thing[Chorus]

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