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[Happy P] Oh god, I`m hollin` holla, Happy throwed, that`s what they yelling When I roll up in my G-4, we came to spend a couple stacks Shorts, t-shirts on caps, and we gone drink Till my people collapse, so line em up To the end of the bar, I ain`t playing slick Here go a couple of dollars so keep em coming quick And say what`s up ma`, she said what`s up though I seen it in her face that the broad was a cut throat And she`s a hustla, she like to stack her chips And break bread with the click and roll the fancy whips She told me, ain`t nothing fin to stop our shine And we ain`t sipping cristal we sip the rolly with lime
(Chorus) Hola, holla She make em holla holla - 4x She dance the salsa She dance the cumbias She dance meringue And she shaking it like she want it, want it
[Low G] Esempre, game and waballey le got cinuervo Orlando, with the finest and the malano Salsedo, and she love it guess it`s the pedro Throw up ecan, and the moon in the sanad Im-matchable, with the sound it be international Ecapalo, cause my c-low be wet in tropical Want to stop me bro, and I led on go pass arrapio Pawetta, yeah us thugs try incometa Wet back, this latino who`s representing Wet back, it`s latino que representa E loc e ghetto yo, and what I wanna do Is see you shake it fast...
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[Baby Beesh] Now what`s your name, what`s your name, what`s your name ma-ma what`s your name, what`s your name, what`s your name la-la what`s your name, what`s your name, what`s your name ma-ma I wanna know her name... She`s top notch, only be working with hot shots Looking so famous she`s training in hot rock Dirty dancing drop tops, keeping it on pop Doing them crunk dances, licking a loli-pop She make it bang like bazookas, she`s sweeter than my asuka Hmm, mami chula nobody gone do it cooler Crimination is passion, she smoke a sweet while she dancing Y`all might be staring and glaring but baby ain`t even glancing She got the real McCoy, now she gone fill your boy So I`ma feel devoy with some of that thrill and joy Now Baby Bash you a fool, sipping a margarita Baby you know I want you but I really don`t need you
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