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| Ron Browz Ether boy hey, how we ball in the club i know u hate it mommy dancin on the floor i like she naked when she layed up wit chu i know she fake it all the girls give it to me i aint gotta take it oh pop champagne ohh pop champagne ohh we pop champagne ohh we pop champagne we need more bottles tell ma hurry up tell em Ron Browz here, hottest in America gimme 16 bars and u know ill tear it up know its me when u see the spur in ya area and she call me all night cause you cant get it up on my neck on my wrist everything is blitted up drinkin bottles of that clique till i spit it up only gettin one life so u gotta live it up if you in the things im in shawty we can be friends shawty we can be friends but right now I wanna see you dance see you dance I wanna see you dance see you dance I wanna see you dance see you dance I wanna see you dance see you dance Jim Jones When i go to the deal a you know i cop that brand new rolly and the roof drop back came thru harlem like the roof top back .. eyoooou money in the bank man u know i stop that (stop that stop that) now we trya get up in the club .. ooohh tryna tell me no cus we rollin wit the thugs (got money b!tch) so i flash a couple a dollars tellem we only want tables and we buyin out da bottles .. ohhhh but cha |
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