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Stat Quo

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    [Intro]
    Yeah haha
    Sounded like somethin' ya know what I'm talkin' about
    Hey hey hey I come in that--
    Yeah

    [Chorus- Stat Quo]
    I love when you do it like that girl
    You ain't gotta use your hands to make it clap girl
    The way you move I just don't know how to act girl
    You're lookin' good I'm tryna beat out ya back girl

    [Verse 1- Stat Quo]
    Its like this and like that and like this an a
    Hit a spot then leave you wit ya bitch an a
    White tee, two glocks, no bandanna
    This ain't what you used to its Statlanta
    I ??? so ran low, slide down the strip slow
    Everywhere ya folk go they yellin out Stat Quo
    Right up the strip that the street niggas fiend for
    The a bambino, GMN nino never been faded
    You hate it I made it the hoods the ladies
    Your rims I dated so get some new ones
    My dues I payed it I'm rated number one bitch
    All throughout the world girls lovin' my shit
    Baby slow down I know you lovin' that dick
    But Stat's a bachelor can't be with one chick
    Yeah you gettin bread but you ain't stackin' like this
    I go to the bank they know me by my first name biatch

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    [Chorus x2- Stat Quo]
    I love when you do it like that girl
    You ain't gotta use your hands to make it clap girl
    The way you move I just don't know how to act girl
    You're lookin' good I'm tryna beat out ya back girl

    [Bridge]
    Yeah Break it down go on now do it now break it down
    Go on now do it now break it down go on now break it down
    Go on now

    [Verse 2- Stat Quo]
    You bout to bare witness to the sickest mufucka there is
    Lotta dough up in the hoe baby thats how I live
    Fuck a mill, time is rough I needs a billion
    Them militants go off to meet me in the buildin'
    I spit for the had not crooks and chillins
    Won't quit till my cash flows through the ceilin'
    Your cars get bored of me your boy is dealin'
    Money on my mind I got no time for chillin'
    I be at where the gees at big bread not a head
    Stat need that pistol on my lap case you wanna chat
    Blast ya off the map but it bam bam
    I'm born is on three lil homeboy be to mean
    On this shit and ya'll agree full grown fo fo 5 armed wit me
    While you waitin' out front we gettin' in for free

    [Chorus x4- Stat Quo]
    I love when you do it like that girl
    You ain't gotta use your hands to make it clap girl
    The way you move I just don't know how to act girl
    You're lookin' good I'm tryna beat out ya back girl

    [Bridge]
    Yeah Break it down go on now do it now break it down
    Go on now do it now break it down go on now break it down
    Go on now

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    Composición: S. Benton y L. Moe

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