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Baby, tell me if you're with it, with it

Is it cool, can I get it, can I come over

Hit it when the club over

Tell me if you're really with it

Is it cool when I get it, act a fool

Can I hit it by the pool

Baby, tell me if you're with it, with it

Is it cool, can I it when the club over

Bring a little love over

Tell me if you're really with it

Is it cool, can I get it in the pool

Can I video it too?



Caught up in your lust

Knew I'd be back from the moment we touched

I get a head rush when I'm up in ya

Like when the lead bust; bad bitch

Lookin like she mixed on some half shit

Freaky bitch have a weaker nigga in a casket

Every time I call you (it's on), but I ain't no fool

Probably have a dozen other ballers callin you too

All in you, too, but I ain't the one that's fallin for you

When I hit you just wanna know that it's cool

Are you with it, can you dig it? My intentions explicit

Cause I fiend for the way you kissin and lickin

So intense, you make me feel it in my wildest dreams

High off the E or just chillin

Got you blowin up my two-way, ready and willin

Such a nasty little chassy cause we ain't even friends

We just ("Hi") fuck ("Goodbye") then I'm gone in the wind

Till that next time I'm jonesin and I'm on it again

Me and my part-time fuck friend caught up in sin



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I'm at the club 360, poppin big Cristy

Didn't bring no bitches but I'm takin some with me

Yellin dumb things to them ones with the tongue rings

Two-ways and thumb rings, young things with sprung game

I got bitches in the elevator gettin it on

Busters handcuffin hoes and they sendin em home

I met two from New Jeru I just took to the Brougham

Puertorican speakin Spanish while they givin me dome

No play for the small-timers while they floss on the phone

Cause he lackin the mackin tools and still livin at home

Workin that ticket-face Rolex that he copped on a loan

While I'm self-made, self-paid, popped on my own

I seen visions ever since the moment I was christened

Of me bein king, every word that I send straight ism

Don't try to lie, see the look in yo eyes

I think your man ain't fuckin you right, let's take a ride



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Rollin in my new Lex SE-4

Had a little fun, now I'm ready to go

On her mama's frontdo' step I let her go

Smash home, blazin a rope about a quarter to fo'

When I pull up to my house, nigga, whaddaya know

It's little mama in the furcoat from the weekend befo'

LA type, probably lookin for dough

But I'm thinkin that I can get her for mo'

And have her flippin me rolls

We upstairs and she rippin my clothes

Hangin on me like a new pair of Girbauds

Vampire, all on my throat

Take it easy, baby, nice and slow

You gon' get it but first think I like to know

Is if you with it



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