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[verse 1: t*low]
yo, yo, yo, yo, uh, check it
b*tches call me t*low
mongoose, smooth voice, heat tone
whoo kid, keep me on
pimp sh*t, sing*a*long
mixtape, radio, over 3 million sold
b*tta love, too close
wifey i know you know

[pre*chorus 1: rl t*low both]
i’m in that 760
come on and roll with me
windows down, music up
stuntin’, and we can roll slow
for sure
let’s go
we stole ciara’s beat and said…

[chorus: rl]
ohh
pimpin’ done, came through the door
what’s going down, we ’bout to bring you more
all the ladies drop your clothes to the floor
for sure
ohh
all these n*ggas out here got you bored
but daddy’s right here to make you roar
for more
ohh
ohh

[verse 2: rl]
ladies call me rl, hit maker
and mr. b*tta love
holla at a young stud
i’m an r&b thug
what’s up? like ’em thick
remember model chick
good man, best man
can’t forget that cox sh*t

[pre*chorus 2: rl]
i’m in the twin cities
come out here, get with me
in the land of the snow
we chillin’ in the cold
with some hoes
so, we stole ciara’s beat and said…

[chorus: rl]
ohh
pimpin’ done, came through the door
what’s going down, we ’bout to bring you more
all the ladies drop your clothes to the floor
for sure
ohh
all these n*ggas out here got you bored (yo)
but daddy’s right here to make you roar (ciara what’s up baby?)
for more (you lookin’ s*xy as h*ll dancin’ on that car and sh*t in the video baby, tell missy i said what’s up)
ohh (mwah, listen)
ohh

[rap: rl]
bow wow lemme holla at your girl real quick
you my boy but this here’s some grown folks sh*t
go to a movie or somethin’
let a real n*gga jump in
i could tell by the way that she dance that she f*ckin’
back it up baby, rewind
sold a couple million, plus she fine
got a boyfriend but he’s just knee high
holla at your guy for this d*i
see i be down in the atl
wanna see if you swallow my babies well
s*x too wet, you know that the sh*t will sell
quit trippin’ baby girl, i’m rl
we can do a 1*2 step
no you ain’t dealt with a real man yet
i’ll hurt you
take your man home, it’s way past his curfew
stop through, let a real n*gga work you
oh ciara
[chorus: rl]
ohh
pimpin’ done, came through the door
what’s going down, we ’bout to bring you more
all the ladies drop your clothes to the floor
for sure

ohh
all these n*ggas out here got you bored
but daddy’s right here to make you roar
for more
ohh
ohh

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