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She got pictures of her last man, all in her trash can
She focus just hopeless, you too much like her past and
She in a mind state where her grind rate
Sets her apart from all the live bait
She makes her own joke, she extraordinary
And those hips and thighs you dream about she more than carries
Pills and berries can't describe how she measures up
She's a dime, that describes why she acting upShe acting all sidity its cause she know she's bad
She makes her own money, spend it like she never had
Shes way too smart for scheming, she got too much class
So when she in the room, she got it on smash
Girl, I want it, girl I want it
You got my attention, you got my attention
You got it flauntin', you got it flauntin'
You got me wishing, you got me wishing
I can have it all, baby just for one night
Need another nigga feeling your type
Know you want it, yeah, yeah

(B.I.G. Sean Don, Do it)
(Iight here we go)
(You Crazy)I'm in here with my crew yelling fuck these other niggas
I did search around the city, can't nobody do it bigger
Poppin' bottles errday errday that's my prescription
Getting paper errday errday, that's my subscription
Its a fuck everybody in the world kind of day everything gold, cause I'm that kinda paid
That's the girl you wifen' nigga what you're trying to say
She cute like I might fuck on wednesday when I'm high kind of way
Damn a nigga made it, me and my niggas made it
Yeah I know you've seen me on, and she reppin' Finally Famous
Me and my crew round me paid, like getting rich contagious
That's why Ms. Sophisticated dancin' 'round like she in cages woah (Do It)
Twisting up my fingers and weed, hands flipping through the paper like my fingers could read
All my, All my music knocking like bitch its police
Snatching bottles out her hand like bitch this shits for me
Like What'chu DoingShe acting all sidity (Yea I Do It) its cause she know she's bad
She makes her own money, spend it like she never had
Shes way too smart for scheming, (And I might run through It) she got too much class
So when she in the room, (Cause that's a Detroit nigga Do It) she got it on smash
Girl, I want it, girl I want it
You got my attention, you got my attention
You got it flauntin', you got it flauntin'
You got me wishing, you got me wishing
I can have it all, baby just for one night
Need another nigga feeling your type
Know you want it, yeah, yeahI think I know what it is, yeah!
See it, see!
Lehhh go
They can't understand it you bama niggas been actin frantic
You manage to leave them stranded, well mannered and rubber band it
Up Up and when I look up well there you are
You a star with a car, I'm in love, go cigar??
You deserve it, stop in the mall lil' intercourse and movies
Probably end all your nights with champagne, and Jacuzzi
Celebrating the life, you work hard for and I approving
Girl, you're one of a kind, and your kind is so seducing!
She lead by example, like its her duty, she got him at a standstill
Well how she do it, independent than a muhhh
But that muhh got her stupid
She probably following love, if she ever got to knew meShe acting all sidity its cause she know she's bad
She makes her own money, spend it like she never had
Girl, I want it, girl I want it
You got my attention, you got my attention
You got it flauntin', you got it flauntin'
You got me wishing, you got me wishing
I can have it all, baby just for one nigga
Nigga feeling your type
Know you want it, yeah, yeahGirl, I want it, girl I want it
You got my attention, you got my attention
You got it flauntin', you got it flauntin'
You got me wishing, you got me wishing
I can have it all, baby just for one night
Need another nigga feeling your type
Know you want it, yeah, yeah
Songwriters
JOHNSON, JEFFREY LEE / ANDERSON, SEAN MICHAEL / KNOTT, ANDREW PAUL / KNOTT, DAVID ANTHONY / HOOD, TORREY QUINNPublished by
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Born Jeffrey Johnson, Jr., Dash grew up in Atlanta’s Capitol Homes projects under the watchful eye of his mother and great-grandmother. The baby of the family (he has an older brother, two half-sisters and two step-brothers), Dash was an inquisitive and bright child who learned about Hip-Hop from his older brother Erik.

"My brother used to make beats in the basement,” says Dash. “When he’d leave the house, I’d steal the beats off of his computer and record them on a karaoke machine.”


Dash began writing raps at 12 years old. By high school, he’d taken on the name “ATL” as part of a four-man rap group called the Blackout Boys. In 2006, the group (which included Dash’s brother) released a mixtape, Recognition, which generated significant buzz around Mill Creek High School. The following year, the already popular Dash – a basketball-playing heartthrob – released a solo mixtape entitled My Turn, further boosting his high school profile. However, the aspiring emcee didn’t begin to take his music career seriously until he became a father at the age of 16.


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