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Ayy, I'm tellin' you right now, it's the Club Reefer Don
You find a bad ass bitch with some good ass hair, bun, or whatever
Play that shit for her, she goin' crazy
Oh, indeed? That look sick
Oh, it itch? Pat your weave
Pat your weave, pat your weave
Oh, it itch? Pat your weave
She a thot, let me beat
Burger King, I'ma eat
I'ma skeet, ayy, I'm a freak
Belly piece, let me see
That's your friend over there
It's just me or it hot in here?
Ayy, I'm like, "Um, what is your suggestion?"
From the back, I'm finna apply all this aggression, go
Find this damn scene, then you hit it up
And if it's traffic then you take a damn shortcut
Oh, indeed? That look sick
Oh, it itch? Pat your weave
Pat your weave, pat your weave
Oh, it itch? Pat your weave
Ayy, I'm like Taco Bell, baby, get the two for the three
And after that your ass comin' home with me, ayy
I'm finna put my fishing pole inside your sea, uh
I'm sellin' good, my deodorant is Degree
I need a bitch with an ass fuckin' stupid fat
And if it's small, I got my receipt, I'ma take it back
Oh, indeed? That look sick
Oh, it itch? Pat your weave
Pat your weave, pat your weave
Oh, it itch? Pat your weave