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Workout

Jim rap, I am that, fat boy, I've been that

New toys, I'm in that

You want her butt I'm hitting that

I'm speaking that down to the white meat

Might be, somebody's wifey,

Pardon me, it must be the Ferrari, horse on the car key that got her

All anxious to slide me, I be

In the sky where the calls be,

I be, in the ocean where the fish be, it's me

Bitter wonder I'm the rap [?] I got a belly and a big beardTrap now, I lift the gold

Bicycle, let's get physical

Yeh I like to show, cause my wrist is glow

And we get the most dough, by the end of disco

Let's get physical, yeah

Yeah, work it out, work it out

Pick it up, drop it low, poke it out

Get that booty right, don't stop girl

You know next where you going out

Showing out, tone it out

Do it for yourself if no one else

Try to trust, try to belt

Shit look good with your hair and nails

God damn, I love her body, I need her body on top of my body

She says she in school she don't date nobody

Never took no cuch, never raped nobody

She doing Pilate, she tae boe and [?] and she got her balance

Right like she tight [?] in

No stress, success, james bond number 9, right potion

Trap now, I lift the gold

Bicycle, let's get physical

Yeh I like to show, cause my wrist is glow

And we get the most dough, by the end of disco

Let's get physical, yeah.

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