Paroles Play Your Part (Pt. 1) de Girl Talk

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play your partsweet jonesmy bitch a choosey lover, never fuck without a rubbernever in the sheets, like it on top of the covermoney on the dresser, drive a compressortop notch hoes get the most, not the lessertrash like the fuck for 40 dollars in the clubfucking up the game, bitch you gets no loveshe be cross country givin all that she gota thousand a pop, I'm pullin Bentleys off the lotI smashed up the grey one, bought me a redevery time we hit the parking lot we turn headssome hoes wanna choose but them bitches too scaryyour bitch chose me, you aint a pimp you a fairypump that shit up (repeat)now walk it out (repeat x8)now west side walk it out south side walk it out east side walk it out north side walk it out now hit da dance floor and bend ya back low she do it wit no hands now stop pop and roll I'm smokin bubba hoeyea dey in trouble hoeI like da way she move an undercover hoeit's on once again patron once again I threw my head back then I froze like da wind west side walk it out south side walk it out east side walk it out north side walk it outhey (repeat) flip (repeat) we're not gonna take ityou can show me howno, uh uh, no way, you can show me howno, we aint gonna take ityou can show me howno, uh uh, no way, you can show me howwe're not gonna take it, anymoreyou can show me howyou can show me howuh uh, no way, you can show me howyeah (repeat)ok, we poppin champagne like we won a championship game, look like I got on a championship ring, 'cause I ball hard, no bitch we ball harder, I am the Birdman, and I'm the J-R-uh,bitch I'm paid, that's all I gotta saywhat you know about that? what you know about that?bitch I'm paid, that's all I gotta saywhat you know about that? I know all about that.bitch I'm paid, that's all I gotta saycan't see you lil nigga, the money in the wayand I'm, I'm sitting high, a gangsta ride bladesif you ain't gone ride fly than you might as well hateshit I gotta eat yeah, even though I ateand though it ain't my birthday but I got my name on the cakeshit believe that, if ya mans wanna playImma fuck around and put that boy brains on the plate.pick 'em up, fuck 'em Let 'em laywhere I'm from we see a fucking dead body everydaythat's, uptown, throw a stack at 'emmake a song about me, I'm throwing shots back at 'emya bitch on my pipe, and she like a crack addictand she saw me cooking eggs she thought I was back at itI grab the keys, hoe I gotta goI got my motorcycle jacket and my motorcycle loc's`cause nothing compareswhat you know about that?nothing compares towhat you know about that?I was gettin some headgettin gettin some headI was gettin some headgettin gettin some headnothing compareswhat you know about that?nothing compares toI know all about that.I was gettin some headgettin gettin some headI was wit the kinda girl dat make yo toes curlI was gettin gettin gettin gettinGettin gettin gettin getting (repeat)

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