Ray J

Let's get it poppin
I just took a trip Texas
I might pop a bitch
Got the team another Ring
I feel like popavich
She just told me I'ma king
I need to stop this shit

Uhh

Another flight to Cali
Got the gas from Sacramento
Met him in the valley
Serving plates like it's pimento
Met him in the alley
Me and Bob go blunt for blunt
He used to drive Caddy

Uhhh
Damn

Another nigga bitch
She was fucking with the gang
Was me or Mitch
I got this feeling in hand
I need the scratch the itch
I ain't fucking wit your man
He look like he snitch

Uhhh
Damn

Niggas still hatin
I ain't trippin bout no bitch
I'm all about paper
I ain't never been a pimp
Something like a player
She be really selling pussy
I don't never pay her

Uhhh
Damn
You know the way go
I might really really like her
Never love a hoe
They saying I'm taxing for a verse
I charge expensive bows
I'm your rappers favorite Rapper
I got extensive flows

Uhhh Damn
I told her wait a minute
Don't do no talking
While I'll handle business
I told her hold on But
Ima let her finish
They way I'm In her mouth
I shoulda been a dentist



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