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[Yo Gotti]
Doors up, doors down
When I'm in the club, b**h, it's going down
Shorty thick as f**, hands down
Hands up, pants down
Down, down, shorty f**ing head down
I see my phone blowing up, I know it's going down
Once I busted at the rapper, then it hit the town
Chiefin' numbers in the city, boy, it going down
[Verse 1: Remy Ma]
n***as stand up, chicks stand down
Cuz its bad b**hes on deck when I'm around
You see this n***a rich as f**, hands down
He throw bands up and bands come down
(yeah)This dude be spending cash down
I heard that he be tricking, but the n***a ain't a clown
He usually do the redbone, tonight he want a brown
He said the p**y so live these other b**hes dead now
Cuz when we laid up I lay it down
When he in the p**y n***a swear he bout to drown
Yeah, it be wet as f** ,hands down
With the legs up or with the legs down
Tell them n***as!
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[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Post lil homie bond, now watch him do the Shmurda dance
The cut a n***a yard that sh** went down to 30-grand
f** with Shaka Zulu in dem in Zimbabwe
Fat boy, got 40 foreign's in the driveway
A hundred bands in the back a make her recognize
I never ask her name until we f** a second time
Standing still diamonds dancing in the summertime
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She be in my double R and I'm just runnin round
That body boy punching bag and boy I run the South
Bullet wounds all in his back or we gone gun you down
Buying all the highest rises while the numbers down
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