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What, ooh, what What, ooh You dig? Man, these hoes ain't got no class nowadays, man It's crazy (Good job, 1st) Ooh Tisk, tisk (What?) Tisk, tisk (What?) Tisk, tisk (What?) Ain't no shame in that bih' Ain't no shame in that bih' Shame on that bih' Make it rain in this bitch Rain in this bih' Tisk, tisk (What?) Tisk, tisk (What?) Tisk, tisk Ain't no shame in that bih' Ain't no shame in that bih' Shame on that bih' Make it rain in this bitch Rain in this bih' Know she fine like wine Letras de cancionesTold her that I'd like to wine and dine That's for sure that she got tattoos down her spine (Sexy hoe) Dance at Follie's and she go to work at nine She ain't innocent Oh my All these ones on me, I might throw 'em tonight [?] (What the fuck?) Trying to make some conversation but she's trife I ain't hearin' it Pink molly high Booted up, see it in her eyes In it, I go- I go Ike (Beat it) I know, she wit' you, she dry She ain't feelin' it Tisk, tisk Tisk, tisk Tisk, tisk Ain't no shame in that bih' Ain't no shame in that bih' Shame on that bih' Make it rain in that bitch Rain in that bih' Tisk, tisk (What?) Tisk, tisk (What?) Tisk, tisk Ain't no shame in that bih' Ain't no shame in that bih' Shame on that bih' Make it rain in that bitch Rain in that bih' (Dig) P-I-M-P Drop it low, hands on your knees Hold still while I throw the D Iced out baby bottle so you know it's me Yung Shyne, girl, know I get hip Hit it from the back, put my hand on your hip Put your head a lil' low then poke your lip I'ma fuck you long in the whip, that's photo fiction Keep shaking ass and I'ma throw that shit I'ma go ahead and spazz, I'ma throw that shit If a nigga talk trash I'ma pull it You can't dodge me, can't dodge these bullets I might get a new Rollie then flood it Fuck your hoe day and night like Kid Cudi Nigga wanna double team, pop at your buddy Baby got nice physique, butt on bubble Young rich nigga eat shrimp, no Bubba Fucking that pussy like bursting a Gusher This sweater is Gosha, I came from the gutter She throw that ass on me, swear that I love it Omarion, I swear I'm gon' touch it (Touch it) Diamonds, they dancing like Usher (Ice) Tasted the pussy, it creamy like custard Pussy, I beat it up, beat it like mustard Tisk, tisk Tisk, tisk Tisk, tisk Ain't no shame in that bih' Ain't no shame in that bih' Shame on that bih' Make it rain in that bitch Rain in that bih' Tisk, tisk (What?) Tisk, tisk (What?) Tisk, tisk Ain't no shame in that bih' Ain't no shame in that bih' Shame on that bih' Make it rain in that bitch Rain in that bih' From Letras Mania