Hol up
Aye nae nae
I know n***a that like this n***a here stupid
I f**ed yo b**h and made her sleep on the floor
She s**ed my dick and made me skeet on her nose
Her face looked like a couple cinnamon rolls
And I tell her ho b**h go and get me my robe
You know it's Versace don't drag on the floor
She tryna stop and drop I said get ready to roll
She looking at me like I got a million soul
And the first to get a picture when I walk in the store
My car got candy my drink got candy
I'm gripping on the wood like my first name Andy
Yo b**h hang around the stall like she was Sandy
Cause I'm walking on the green like my n***a name Bambi
I got more wheel than the damn wheel train
Yo girl ask she need to call young Bangz
My dick make it grow like the damn Rogaine
And I think that she gon' let us like the damn Roman
I'm pulling up in something they comparing to jets
I ain't drop the album they comparing to vets
I guess cause I'm a dog and I guess that I'm sick
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b**h go shave you too old ho that's childish
Don't be using teeth you too old ho that's childish
I'm sharper than the edge of paper baby come and file me
And only God can judge me I'm in heaven if you try me
Aye nae nae
Horse on the way
Call all your partners cause you know that they gon' pay
And we gon' buss it down we gon' split it both ways
Like Dominique dolls her a** kind of plod
And girl I got the hook up two pumps in the garage
And all my music fat [?]
I'm hooping on the stars go to Jupiter for guards
And I only come back to Earth to pick up Ms. Minaj
Aye nae nae
Hol up
Youngin' east side