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[Chorus]
Who that creepin' through your Maybach?
Prolly won't hit bae back
Why you ain't just say that?
Bring her up the Ray J (What's that, ni**a)
That's Brandy, brother, me and your b*tch can stand each other
Oh, except for when I rub her
[Verse 1]
Always wear a glove
Gary Payton, D, I buss her, see me 'cross clubs
Diamonds dance, they think they Usher (Bling)
Hit her, whassup? Huh
Bet you ain't know she's a gusher (Gusher), what? (What?)
I'm a no fatiguer, brother, huh? (Woah)
She got the dancin' crazy, I was like, "Baby, oh my God" (Ooh)
Said she's mad in love, I'm Smino Swayze, '91 (Uh)
Baby just met a man, she wanna ride some sh*t, I'm pumped (Ooh)
Smi where you get this money? glad you askin', follow 'long
Been through it, we through it, so we'll prove it
They told me, "Do my job," b*tch, I'ma overdo it (Overdo it)
You better make me feel special (Special)
And put your shoulders to it (Ooh)
My ni**as came from the ground (Ground)
From the mud and then we grew it (Grew it, ooh)
[Chorus]
Who that creepin' through your Maybach?
Prolly won't hit bae back
Why you ain't just say that?
Bring her up the Ray J (What's that, ni**a)
That's Brandy, brother, me and your b*tch can stand each other
Oh, except for when I rub her
[Verse 2]
My b*tch like fu*kin' me with the lights on (Uh)
'Cause she like seein' what I done, huh
I might just shoot at your B like a bison
Shawty been all on my python, huh
I shoot my shot and it swish like nylon
Ain't no big homie put me on, huh
It was just me-me-me-me like I'm Dylan
I was out makin' them bands, huh
I don't do Ke-Ke-Ke-Ke with your strange voice
Yeah, don't be washin' your hands, boy
I pull up, B-B-B-B, b*tch, I'm outside
What was that sh*t you was sayin' boy?
I spent two thousand to keep my pants up
They fallin', got thirty bands tucked
I usually keep this sh*t all on the Visa
But fu*k it, tonight we got dancers
Yeah, she a stripper, taste just like candy
I think her name was Candace
She said she heard 'bout me, I'm a artist
Then let me paint on her canvas
Damn this, feelin' like an episode of Simpsons
Yellow b*tch geeked up, yellow time, that pool in the tequila
Gimme lap top, gotta call her Toshiba, damn, hoo