Ya Betta

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You better cuff yo chick

When you see us out nigga

You better cuff yo chick

You better keep her close to ya

You better cuff yo chick

You better grab her tight cuz you know we got millions for real

(Bow Wow)

You better cuff her like a cop

Every time you see bow wow wow wow come around

She love my swag

And she already know how a young nigga puts it down

She said she want a baller, not a bench warmer

You ain't even in the game yet

Can't keep yo broad, you so lame, damn where yo GAME at

And if we in the club you better cuff yo girl super tight

Cuz it just might be your girl who end up in my room tonight

Big pimpin, no simpin, you know just how i does it

Take yo girl, in front of you, and you ain't gone do nothin

She want me to take her home, she blowin up my phone

Even got, "you can get it all" on her ringtone

You girl so out of pocket, you know that she be boppin

She know we ballin, so she wants to ride my Houston rocket

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(Fabolous)

Mr. Officer, Mr. Officer

Would you please take them handcuffs off of her

Cuz there's so many things I could offer her

Tell her "dead that" and I got the coffin bra

I'm sorry for your lose it must be awful huh

My money tall, yours is like a dwarf so uh

We kick it, I'm down like it's 4th and uh

I think she wanna give me head, how thoughtful huh

You see me in new york, see me in LA

See me in miami, see me in the A

Might see me in houston, or see me in the bay

But its gonna be hard to see me with that nigga in the way

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