| Tina Terry
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| Horns and Halos
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| (Nikky)
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| I use to slither like a snake
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| Forget the chit chatter it really didn? |
| t matter if the other bitch was badder
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| I climb it like a ladder she? |
| s feenin like a clucka
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| The homies in the motion make it hard for a sucka
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| Cause I blow blueberry that? |
| s something I can carry till I met this fine bitch
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| her name was Tina Terry
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| She hit me like a rave like she hit the stage
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| She looked me in my eyes and said I can get you paid
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| Im the Motorola I told the dime on the rise
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| I? |
| ll give you half the chance; |
| if you could see it in my eyes
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| But don? |
| t be a buster gotta kill the structure we get a little chedda man from
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| Any cat that touch her
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| She said she was game and knew I had game
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| But even with game girl you gotta use your brain
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| Man this is necessary on the contrary my 5?9 fine dime yeah Tina Terry
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| These Cats be lookin hard These Hoes Be lookin hard because they know
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| She got a stylin body made from God
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| I put her in the Lac im tryin to make a stack
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| Man cats be sayin Andre Nikky how you bust that
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| I pull down my hat it aint no surprise I cover up my eyes but im not tryin to
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| hide Man you? |
| ll realize you can test it by the bitch
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| Especially when the chicken sayin? |
| Baby take this?
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| In a real way
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| (Dubee)
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| Now listen,
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| The homies told me you was open season on a renegade night toleratin so keep
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| game she workin that blade up and cursin this game up she aint claimin your
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| name I aint servin you papers
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| I old school Cuddie gotsa know I just rocked the show knocked it like a door
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| From day you was curtains you callin my number. |
| (Hello)?6 foota down south baby
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| all through the summer me and you gotta show me that she really was down we hit
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| the map all tracks every city and town
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| And to that pay you know the games way out give me the loot and ima swoop you
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| from grey hound face down
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| Gotta know that a hoe gonna get it Let her know every thang copasetic
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| Blazed up a black put her down a sac my homie asked me EQ where you knock that
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| I pulled out a row and you know she lost control of everything a half a thizz,
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| back wood and the Hennessey
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| Now I got her outta body and mind but this real thang I aint talkin Bonny and
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| Clyde
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| (Shag Nasty)
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| Don? |
| t chall know you fuckin wit a real mac that aint goin for nothin but
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| bringing all the scratch back outta cash man your boy will snatch a peezay
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| since she comin delinquent wit bringin all the scratch back Im known to comin
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| and go im on the hunt for another hoe my Lincoln Navigator is a Navi-Hoe I?
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| ll mac a hoe so hard they call me knock-a-meechie tell them broads to have they
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| money right before they come and see me
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| Like my home girl Tina she was more than a misdemeanor when it comes to Tina
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| she? |
| s a pipe cleaner people ask me where I meet the hoe when me and Queezy was
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| chillin at a hicky show she whispered in my ear shag you ready to go pointed
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| toward the Bentley and flashed some doe I looked at that as said Girl foe sho
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| told my home boys gotta hoe gotta go… |