[Intro]
Uh, uh
Shawty sweet like wooo
Yeaaah
[Chorus]
Air Max on my feet, you'll get beat down in my runners
She a goddamn freak, had a bitch locked in ten summers
Ah, ah, ah
Clapping like Tropic Thunder
Ah, ah, ah
Clapping that shit, no wonder
[Verse 1]
Shawty that sweet like honey buns
Jump in that pussy, having fun
Put it right here, baby, on my tongue
Beat up the uh 'til shawty cum
Beat up the, he outta control
Bussin' her down like platinum and gold
Let's keep it a buck, these niggas been old
Let's see what you got, bitch know what you sold
It's keeping me up, I'm back in that mode
Got diamonds and rocks, I feel like I'm Hov
And lil' buddy got rocks that he cook on the stove
Ooh, ooh
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Air Max on my feet, you'll get beat down in my runners
She a goddamn freak, had a bitch locked in ten summers
Ah, ah, ah
Clapping like Tropic Thunder
Ah, ah, ah
Clapping that shit, no wonder
[Open Verse]
[Refrain / Outro]
Air Max on my feet, you'll get beat down in my runners
She a goddamn freak, had a bitch locked in ten summers
Ah, ah, ah
Clapping like Tropic Thunder
Ah, ah, ah
Clapping that shit, no wonder