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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeTake It Off
You need a future daddyGive me my petter panWhen I hit the club it will be me an my conceited friendBeen signing autographsSince like a quarter pastI'm in the hallway, don't need no hall passIf I eat it then everybody gonna order thatEverything I do these bitches wishin they'da thought of thatI'm a indian giver I want the quarter backIf hip hop was dead, bitch I just brought her backTake it to the offI'm a take it take it offI'mma take it to the clubThen I'mma take it to the logI'mma take it to my niggas, I'ma take it to the bossI'm a giggle it giggle itBakin soda softI'mma put it in ya face, I'ma put it in ya braidsThe way I make it pop, you can put me in the spaceMake it rain as a ten thousand dollar dayPoppin like champaign on a holiday
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