| Niggas they be cuffin'
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| Girlies they be cuffin'
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| Tell you not for nothing
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| Niggas they be cuffin'
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| Girlies they be cuffin'
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| Niggas just be cuffin'
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| 'times niggas cuffin'
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| Tell not for nothing
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| Niggas be cuffin'
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| Heard niggas cuffin'
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| Girlies, girlies they be cuffin'
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| Everybody cuff, cuff
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| Yo, I get Velveta, chain Antartica
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| I don’t wanna keep your girl, just wanna borrow her
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| So partner, I heard that your starving her
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| My cheese American, but the cars are foreigner
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| But women they be cuffin', they be not for nothing
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| Boo, I’m not your husband, end of discussion
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| Diamonds well they rushin', mami, why you rushin'
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| No I’m not your muffin, don’t call me pumpkin
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| We was only humpin', you are a jumpoff
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| Me? |
| I get it jumpin', baby girl fallback
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| Thought that I was all that but she had a big ass
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| That’s what you call crack, you should get your jaw cracked
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| See if they restore that, fighting over bitches
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| Look here, your broad wack, you should learn to lore black
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| When it comes to whores, Jack, you do not own one
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| Girls get jawed tapped, yours tapped (yours tapped)
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| But niggas they be cuffin', no, I’m not bluffin'
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| Swear they be cuffin', no, not for nothing
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| Women they be cuffin', call a nigga pumpkin
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| Sounding like a muffin', yea, they be cuffin'
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| No gunna clap throw a hundred stacks
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| Seen your ex girl with me, now you want her back
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| You want her back, here’s the baton
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| You can run with that, no coming back
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| I move along like I’m done with that
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| Cause niggas always cuffin' Knowing I be fucking
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| Homie you a muffin' carve you like a pumpkin
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| Who you think you punkin', Always into something
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| Fifty grand is nothing, especially when you hustlin'
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| Few bottle, two models, on me front back
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| Slim jeans, Loui ski boots, unstrapped
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| Look at the glow, I get your ho to come off one snap
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| She got me pinned up to the wall like a thumb tack
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| You already know this, money, I control this
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| Seven — Fifty notice, staring like a goldfish
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| Rollie that’s a gold wrist cromie that’s a Four — Fifth
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| Pockets know how to hold chips, hold six
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| I’m chillin' like a villian and I’m gellin' like a felon
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| You flexin' like a Mexican and cuffin like a Russian
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| Homie, you can have her, I don’t wanna marry her
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| Like OJ Simpson, I just wanna stab her
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| Like OJ The Juiceman, I’m flier than a sparrow
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| Retarded ass earrings, just call em' Lil' Daryl
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| Shaving but it’s crazy I can’t let no ho play me
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| Gotta sign a prenup now if they date me, well
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| It’s Gucci, rawer that raw sushi
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| Gangster like all of my movies, if it’s good don’t act boogie
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| Your boyfriend home, but his girlfriend out sick
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| My dick in her mouth, sound like she got an accent |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Cuffin’ , by - Cam'Ron. Song from the album Heat in Here, Vol. 1, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп