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Shorty

So I told shorty I be producing, I be making 'em beats

Be making 'em hits, ya know

So I told her my name, my name is Tone

She said, "Town!"

You know like she never heard of me, ya know

So I said, "Okay you may know me by my other name

Sometimes they call me

Track master"

We see you Tone

Tone the referee

We see you, baby

C'mon shorty

That nigga Hov, holla

Y'all niggas don't understand

Uh uh, they don't understand

Flow for 'em, no lemme sing for 'em

Just sing for 'em, check It

Mr. Kell

It's like this, some of y'all niggas got, legs for lips

Running ya mouth mad 'coz I, pop that Cris

Go up in 3-10, and cop that six

Then roll around with yo chick

Some of y'all niggas mad 'coz I drop these hits

Thug ass nigga, on some R & B Shit

Now that shit done fucked around and made me rich

And for those of you who don't like it, y'all can suck my uhh

Leadin' honies to my suite like I'm the pied piper

Have they ass hittin' high notes like they Mariah

Get that pussy wet enough to put out a bonfire

She be like, "Woo" and I be like, "Woo"

When her tides got high, fuck it, I'ma Don

Runnin' late for the studio, fuck it, I'm 'bout to come

Dress cold at club fuck it Air Force I's

Said, "I wouldn't mention, Sisqo, fuck, he's a bum"

Ally boom, buaya, hit you with the right hook

You be like, "What the fuck was that?"

Me and Jigga, we are like the industries popo

Nigga y'all best shit can't even fuck with our demo's

Shorty

From New York on to L.A.

Shorty

Chi-Town we freak the night away

Shorty

Miami all the pretty girls

Shorty

We know chicks all around the world

Shorty

From New York on to L.A.

Shorty

Chi-Town we freak the night away

Shorty

Miami all the pretty girls

Shorty

We know chicks all around the world

Shorty, what yo name is?

Shorty, who yo man is?

C'mon and make moves with a dude who move cane

Like a old man, you know who game this is

Young Hov

Name is respected in fifty different languages, mommy come roll

I keep a jet on the runway, Sunday in Paris, London on Monday

Back to L.A.

This ain't rap, this is real, I could trick a half a mill'

In three hours ma the streets will be ours

Shorty, I got something for you

Wouldn't give a chick a dime before but now I wanna spoil you

Shorty, the trips to the gucc shop, getcha cooch hot

How 'bout I do a helipads on the roof top

Shorty, ya hella rad, your my rock star shorty

Here's my number shit, you ain't gotta call me

Shorty

From New York on to L.A.

Shorty

Chi-Town we freak the night away

Shorty

Miami all the pretty girls

Shorty

We know chicks all around the world

Shorty

From New York on to L.A.

Shorty

Chi-Town we freak the night away

Shorty

Miami all the pretty girls

Shorty

We know chicks all around the world

I'm chillin' in my 4.6, at the light

5 o'clock in the morning, been drinking all night

And plus I'm high but it ain't over

Four slim bodies scooped me in a wide body rover

Panties and bras all the way from the bed to the sofa

All you R & B so called playas, I'm 'bout to coach ya

Sit right there, and watch me freak yo girl chocha

Tongue all down her throat as if a nigga was trying to choke her

It's the best of both worlds, stickin' ya in the uhh

Put ya hands up like it's money in the air

We 'bout to rip these charts like Zorro Blade

So hot your gonna need a cold glass of lemonade

To all my real live niggas, that shoot dice and play spades

In a nice crib, word up, drinking the Maid

On the rizel my nizel, that nigga Jigga is the dizel

R. Kizel in the hotel swizel's chicks on the knizel's

Shorty

From New York on to L.A.

Shorty

Chi-Town we freak the night away

Shorty

Miami all the pretty girls

Shorty

We know chicks all around the world

Shorty

From New York on to L.A.

Shorty

Chi-Town we freak the night away

Shorty

Miami all the pretty girls

Shorty

We know chicks all around the world

Shorty

Shorty

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