Yeah Yeah
Sole'
(*##$ Brigade comin

Throw 'em up throw 'em up now

[1:]

Wanna Iy yi yi tonight
See me make a ^!$$% mine mine mine tonight
See ya check ya ^!$$%, why why why tonight

Make a ^!$$% dump a hoe for this
Roll with this
Get up in it


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The shower when the phone rings lookin for me
Now that figures
Then the door bell, who could it be?

It's my ^!$$%s
Wanna get up in my closet and floss it
Make a move never used but i'm grabbin and tossin

Comin too, still new, but I'm lookin fo shoes
To rock wit it
Get the tightest jeans, Gucci the theme

Lock wit it
Little panties but I'm ditchin the bra
No back in it

Got the tightest strings know what I mean
No slack in it
Yell for KC, see if she ready

Let's ride
Hear my other girls pull in the drive
Outside

Last brace, see the angel will last
All night
Check the locks, blow this ^!$$% a kiss

>From last night
Get my keys and I'm droppin the top
S K

Blowin in the wind, wavin or not
Parlay
With the range and the six in the rear

It's all woman, we stunnin
^!$$%s runnin, my (*##$ Brigade comin


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[Repeat 1]


Roll with nothin but the finest of (*##$es
In my crew
Havin ^!$$%s throw the finest of riches

At my crew
Hit the club, ain't no standin in line
Stroll through

Have to shut it down so the Brigade
Can roll through
Sayin nothin and these ^!$$%s is sweatin

Come wit it
Know they want the $$#, Watchin 'em bettin
On who get it

It's a no go, if you no dough
Fo-get it
Don't like, you can roll the $#&@ out

Or roll wit it
'Bout 5 of the finest you seen
In yo life

Make you question why the ho that you wit
Is yo wife
At the bar, ^!$$%s spillin they drinks

On they slacks
Comin through, we just stoppin they women
In they tracks

Entourage, lookin like we a page
In Playboy
Hear me flow sick, knowin that

I'mma stay, boy
It's Sole', what I'm sayin for us
Ya pay, boy
Pocahontas and my Indian (*##$es
Don't play, boy


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[Repeat 1]

Pack it up, now we leavin the club

Let's ride
Screamin ^!$$%s follow closely behind
Outside
Time to go, leave 'em wonderin why
Dreams die

Thought you come wit me, heard it from who?
Damn lie
Got to take it home, workin tomorrow
Laced track
Puttin it down, me and Santa forever

Blazed that
Hit the door, and my ^!$$% is waitin
I'm wit that
Put it on him like a champ
And ya never forget that


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