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Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, nigga Back up in this motherfucker once again [Chorus] One (Bring your boy a bottle of wine) Two (Don't forget the papers this time) Three (Go to Joe's and pick up a dime) And fuck the baddest hoes that your ass can find One (Bring your boy a bottle of wine) Two (Don't forget the papers this time) Three (Go to Joe's and pick up a dime) Four of the finest hoes that your ass can find [Verse 1] Sittin' at the stoplight, lookin' at hoes Peepin' out this bitch in her black Girbauds Windows rolled up tight, top was closed Blowin' Swisher Sweet smoke out my nose Opened up my door and asked the bitch, "What's up?" Lookin' at me crazy, I'm like, "Bitch, what's up?" She asked about my woman, I said "My woman at home" I asked about her nigga, she said her nigga was gone I got my pencil and got the digits and things And after three or four days, I gave that bitch a ring We started talkin' and I dropped some shit Gave her some game and now I got that bitch Now she wants to give your homie some ass But it's just one question I got to ask Can you... [Chorus] One (Bring your boy a bottle of wine) Two (Don't forget the papers this time) Three (Go to Joe's and pick up a dime) And four of the finest bitches that your ass can find Can you, one (Bring your boy a bottle of wine) Two (Don't forget the papers this time) Three (Go to Joe's and pick up a dime) And four of the finest bitches that your ass can find [Verse 2] I called my homie, told my homie "It's on" Gotta few hoes that wanna moan and groan They on they way I just hung up the phone And we gon' be like Marvin Gaye, nigga, gettin' it on But you gots to keep your head right And make these bitches feel at home 'Cause these bitches got they head tight And furthermore, they bringin' weed Just kick back, nigga, follow my lead [Chorus] One (Bring your boy a bottle of wine) Two (Don't forget the papers this time) Three (Go to Joe's and pick up a dime) And four of the finest hoes that your ass can find One (Bring your boy a bottle of wine) Two (Don't forget the papers this time) Three (Go to Joe's and pick up a dime) And four of the finest bitches that your ass can find [Verse 3] Hung up the horn and the hoes arrived Three tight young tenders, them hoes was live Rolled herself a woola, told her "Fade me, troop" Cock bustin' at the seams of her Daisy Dukes Ass fatter than a motherfuckin' quarter horse Ready to take one of these bitches to the slaughterhouse Got my shirt over my dick 'cause it's hardened to fuck Hoes eyes gettin' red, now they wantin' to fuck It's about time to put the game in attack Tapped her, told her bring "ol' what's her name" in the back Got 'em in my room, about to hop in the tub My homie walked in, "Show your potna some love" Told my homie, "Put it down, we finna act a fool" The ho said, "Cool, hop yo' ass in the pool I wanna polish up your tool" But it's just one thing before you do Can you... [Chorus] One (Bring your boy a bottle of wine) Two (Don't forget the papers this time) Three (Go to Joe's and pick up a dime) And four of the fattest Swishers that your ass can find Can you, one (Bring your boy a bottle of wine) Two (Don't forget the papers this time) Three (Go to Joe's and pick up a dime) And four of the fattest Swishers that your ass can find Can you, one (Bring your boy a bottle of wine) Two (Don't forget the papers this time) Three (Go to Joe's and pick up a dime) And four of the fattest Swishers that your ass can find Can you, one (Bring your boy a bottle of wine) Two (Don't forget the papers this time) Three (Go to Joe's and pick up a dime) [Outro] Act a fool, uh!