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Mr. 3-2

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    What's up with you girl, (what's up daddy
    What's up with you), we gon do this or what
    (Can you handle this, do you think you can handle this)
    You going hard as fuck, (I don't think you ready)
    Some shit what to do, (you got to do this)
    Get your ass in girl, (can you handle this)
    Yeah that's what's up let's do it, (let's go baby)

    [Mr. 3-2]
    I'm in the zone on Patrone, back in this bar
    Say a dude up in here, but I really don't bar
    Going hard, barely on my ninth of tenth shot
    Anybody got problems, meet me in the parking lot
    No doubt, me and my thugs in here deep
    Don't bump into me, or step on my feet
    DJ, playing my favorite song
    So I start getting crunk, on the microphone
    It's on, lil' mama's taking it off
    Shaking they thang, to bone the Big Boss
    Last call, for alcohol
    Only thing I wanna get into, is them drawas
    Y'all, better not play with me
    Just hit the exit do', with the G-O-V
    See every week, it go down at the club
    Broads showing love, table dance for a thug

    [Hook - 2x]
    It go down, for real at the after set
    Baby girl going hard, and we just met
    Have a couple drinks, and she don't know my name
    Every weekend, we could do it again

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    [D.Z.]
    36 karats on shine, when I fold up in the club
    Lil' mamas on dick, and they all showing me love
    Cause I'ma cut her up, the motherfucking average
    In the streets a known savage, my lifestyle is lavish
    In the V.I.P. sipping Remmy, at the bar
    Surrounded by sugar brown, and yellow bone stars
    And it's understood, that they all wanna fuck
    Let's hit the parking lot, for a little head in the truck
    Then it's back to spot, pop a lil' scooby snack
    Put the X in her life, and see how that hoe act
    I'm a mack slash P-I-M-P, to the heart
    If you ain't talking bout nothing, then bitch don't even start
    The conversating, about the moves that I'm making
    D.Z., yes I believe in hoe breaking
    Your bitch I may be taking, if she give me the sign
    Don't hate the playa hate the game, and keep her ass in line nigga

    [Hook - 2x]

    [Cro$$]
    The weekend's here, freaks come out at night
    Tre-Deuce in the Harley, I pull up on my bike
    We at the after H, in the parking lot
    I'm staying strapped, I know that the sharks are out
    Fall up in the club, strippers taking it off
    To keep the scrilla, for Cro$$ no cost
    So Cro$$ gon floss, peep the scene broads acting a fool
    They all choose, but the three fuck rule got me rude
    I'm clean as a whistle, swift with the pistol
    Dimes all over me, trying to make it official
    Hey little pretty, you leaving with me
    Brown Texas scrilla boy, M-D-C
    Five shots of Henny, got her feeling woozy
    At the bar going hard, brights on ice on
    Slip out the exit window, was no lights on
    Cuz be tripping, realize that his wife gone
    I get my pipe on, while she get her dyke on
    X'd out won't stop, that's what I'm tal'n bout
    She a fool with it, she a fool with it
    X'd out won't stop, that's what I'm tal'n bout

    [Hook - 2x]

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