I be the F to the I to the d-double, double
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It's the F to the I to the d-double, double
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Yeeeaaaahh
Verse 1
You can find me in the club with my hat to the back
Crackin a mag or probly rappin a set
Lookin at shorty with the fatty mean
That chick is bad
She kinda fire, and I'm tryna see whats happenin wit that
She's hot as the sun
She lean, rock to the drums
Jimmy Choo's on her shoes, jeans House of Dureon
If we hop in the torque
Breeze out and enjoy it
She can't acknowledge ya, yall
cuz you ain't hot as the boy they call Fizzy
The one that pour Crissy
The boy to call, sittin at the bar all tipsy
I got a frost pinky and it probly cost 50
I don't wait for tonight i'm in the club raw dizzy
Now pimpin I keep it basic
Cute small waist and you seen your daughter lately
I got her goin crazy
She call me her baby and I ain't even blaze yet, amazin
And out the B2K shit, guess who her favorite
