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E-Feezy
$hort, $hort
(A1, this beat slaps)
[Chris Brown:]
I'm too lit, she fucked up
We wish that we could get undrunk (Ayy)
She too lit (Lit), she fucked up
We wish that we could get undrunk (Ayy, yeah)
Damn, bust that thing open (Bust)
Show me how you bust that thing open
Huh, what you waitin' for?
Don't mind them lil' guys, this a Draco (Grrah)
I'll light up his top like a halo (Woo)
They'll shut down this block if I say so (You already know)
You a yes man, my niggas on payroll
That's your best friend, tell that ho, "Stay close"
If you ain't fuckin', bet she will for the pesos
Take a shot (Take a shot), toot it up (Toot it up)
Now make it drop (Make it drop)
Bring it back (Bring it back), then make it pop (Make it pop)
She a hickory-dickory-thot (Sorry, ow)
She do freaky things off that tequila
Got her roommate, they live on Reseda
Give them both the business, two cheerleaders
Thizz face, listenin' to Mac Dre like I'm from the Bay
I'm too lit, she fucked up
We wish that we could get undrunk (Ayy)
She too lit (Lit), she fucked up (Woo, woo)
We wish that we could get undrunk (Ayy, yeah)
[E-40:]
Uh, she L-I-T (L-I-T), she lit (She lit)
She fuck with me (Fuck with me), I'm it (I'm it)
She a cutie, her booty shaped like a heart, she hella smart
And she got ass like her auntie, yeah, that part
I ain't a sucka, I ain't a weirdo, I ain't a goof and I ain't a clown
I throw a bitch in the air and break her 'fore she hit the ground
When I was in elementary, I was quiet, my pockets was on a diet
I woke up and I decided (Bitch)
Wind it slow, bring it back, be a beast with it (Be a beast with it)
Shake it fast, hit the gas, fuck a speed limit (Fuck a speed limit)
Watch your back (Watch your back), touch your knees (Touch your knees)
Put it on me, make you feel it through your jeans
[Chris Brown:]
I'm too lit (The yay), she fucked up (Woo, woo)
We wish that we could get undrunk (Ah, ah, ah, ah)
She too lit (Brr), she fucked up (Woo, woo)
We wish that we could get undrunk (Ah, ah, ah, ah)
[Too $hort:]
Why they gotta say it like $hort?
I go hard, fuck sleep (Fuck sleep)
If the bitch with me, she's a freak (Freak)
$hort dawg, you know me
I got her playin' with her pussy in the VIP
She said, "I like your songs
I wanna give you this thing all night long"
She took 'em off and threw her thong
And said, "Daddy, can you take me home?"
I said, "Bitch"
[Chris Brown:]
Take a shot (Take a shot), toot it up (Toot it up)
Now make it drop (Make it drop)
Bring it back, then make it pop (Make it pop)
She a hickory-dickory-thot (Sorry, ha)
She do freaky things off that tequila
Got her roommate, they live on Reseda (Woo)
Give them both the business, two cheerleaders
If one get drunk, then she follow the leader (Woo)
I'm too lit (Lit), she fucked up (Woo, woo)
We wish that we could get undrunk (Ah, ah, ah, ah)
She too lit (Brr), she fucked up
We wish that we could get undrunk (Ah, ah, ah, ah)
Writer(s): Christopher Maurice Brown, Floyd E Bentley Iii, Earl Stevens, Yann Frederic Espinosa, Bobby Joseph Turner Jr., Dameion P Roy, Patrizio Pigliapoco, Too Short
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