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I mean what can I say… three babies in the back seat singing -to you - hey DJ won’t you play that song for me…
In my home and my homies all singing to it – 3-0-3-0-3

I ain’t calling for a close-up, no clubs, no cars. Bitches with their nose jobs, no dubs no stars. I’m a do it how I always have whiskey in a 40 bag, pissing in the alley way out back of where the party’s at. I ain’t spending on a new whip, new hat, new kicks, bitches with the huge tits, new gat new slips. I’m a do it how I always do, sleeping til the break of noon, waking just to make it through another night of shaking you.

I mean what can I say… three babies in the back seat singing – to you - hey DJ won’t you play that song for me. And turn it up on the radio - I got 200 seconds and I’m ready to go.

I ain’t signing on a new lease, no cooks, no keys. Models with their nose bleeds, white lace, gold beads. I’m a run it like a marathon, party til I’m 50, wake up on my parents’ lawn them cops still out to get me. I ain’t sipping on a mixed drink, pinky out lips pink, talking to a rich skank, filled up like a sperm bank, I’m a go where I always go, drinks are on the house, whiskey’s on the rocks while your sisters on my mouth.

I mean what can I say… three babies in the back seat singing – to you - hey DJ won’t you play that song for me. And turn it up on the radio - I got 200 seconds and I’m ready to go.

If I was a rich man and – I’d never been to sea…
Could I take you anyways and – would you come with me, baby?
If I was a sick man and – I never meant to be…
Would you love me anyways and – would you marry me?

I mean what can I say… three babies in the back seat singing – to you - hey DJ won’t you play that song for me. And turn it up on the radio - I got 200 seconds and I’m ready to go.