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Rye Rye

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    Get up (get up)
    Get up (get up)
    Everybody get up

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    Everybody

    Get that stupid look up up your face
    I say the same
    And you should slip up on this time

    And get a grip
    Get up (get up)
    Get up (get up)

    Cut the formals, let it go to the haters
    Nigga flickin' thought I don't see but fade us
    I can heat the blocks, don't know where your upgrade is

    You'll pop like you drop, we'll see out who's the greater
    The british tried to hire you as a pick chaser
    You'll be sexed up, looking like we would've made love

    Look, now I'll be back, see you later
    Walk up in the club, could I get a drink, waiter?
    I drink levis like y'all drink liquor

    Laughing at your stupid like you wanna fell asleep girl
    Now look at you
    I flow like like the rest, make it threw to the flu

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    Sick up in you car, what you gonna do
    She's run up in the sky
    What the hell I gonna do

    The hell I wanna do
    You can try to hang on me
    Now, I'll be breaking down

    To the sounds of the beat
    'Cause I like slim boys from the ghetto
    Making tails, pocket nails

    My motto
    Slevish, looking body, getting in the hot tub
    Everybody in the club just wile out

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    Everybody
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    We won't beg you in
    This time we reck us in
    When they send you straight

    We goin' own you up
    That's what black said
    Commander shit

    But we ain't no feds
    While on out, we lookin' to used too
    Get your back on the floor
    Better not damn move

    Move, now I'm making you to
    Disobey an issue
    Damn nigga you lose

    Pal boy, you boo
    Seven get down
    Party's in beamore

    Please, I just missed it
    Don't mean no, but the black star's here
    I'm bringing s.p. But I'll bring more mix

    Ain't body wanna know right there, right here
    And, quit playin' on the dance floor
    Come here, now tell me what you meant for
    Just wile out, just wile out

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