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"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, man It's magic, E40 and my partna T-Pain (Nappy Boy) Open up that garage, it's a big fat car With a big fat bow on top It's a Bentley Coupe with the roof let back Now, shawty, you know that's hot I'mma give her the keys And I'mma give her the keys Now shawty sang it to me And I'mma give her the keys From a bucket to a Benz A Benz to a Bentley Down with me from the start Got my back like a tank top When I used to be on the block She hide my rocks in her yacht Got a special place in my heart She knows how to play her part Every time I look at you, darling I get a hard on You sexy without your make up on I wanna bone Move you out the hood I told you I would, I'm not phony We both from the same place Grew up on fried bologna They say the opposites attract But we gotta a lot in common Behind every boss player, a boss woman I'mma fiend when it come to our cooking You do your thang Throw down like Paula Dean Neck bones and collard greens Open up that garage, it's a big fat car With a big fat bow on top It's a Bentley Coupe with the roof let back Now, shawty, you know that's hot I'mma give her the keys And I'mma give her the keys Now shawty sang it to me And I'mma give her the keys Born in the mud, raised in the trap Down ass broad, never been a sap If I ever need bail, went to jail and got popped You'll be Johnny on the spot, you'll come and get me out A loyalist, not just a friend to me We was meant to be, we got chemistry You like it when I lay this pipe Been around each other so long They say we starting to look alike Starting to think alike, getting our money right Fuss, fight, then make love all night California king on a California queen My California dream, we make a good team Open up that garage, it's a big fat car With a big fat bow on top It's a Bentley Coupe with the roof let back Now, shawty, you know that's hot I'mma give her the keys And I'mma give her the keys Now shawty sang it to me And I'mma give her the keys It's the little things that count Any means much Can't nothing come between us Can't nothing separate us You're my backbone You my rib, you my chick You my backbone You my rib, you my chick It's the little things that count Any means much Can't nothing come between us Cant nothing separate us You my backbone You my rib, you my chick You my backbone You my rib, you my chick Yeah, man, it's a drought on loyal females, man The good ones is hard to find man So when you find a good one, man Hold on to that broad, man, you hear me? Open up that garage, it's a big fat car With a big fat bow on top It's a Bentley Coupe with the roof let back Now, shawty, you know that's hot I'mma give her the keys And I'mma give her the keys Now shawty sang it to me And I'mma give her the keys "