| Uh huh, oh Oh, damn baby
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| Shit…
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| How you get all that in them jeans?
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| Nevermind that, you hear this?
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| It’s that Star Trak
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| Clipse, (get down!)
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| So So Def
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| Question — ask any nigga
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| Rapper or a hustler, who rocks is bigger?
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| (Pharrell Williams) — The rapper!
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| Naw, dawg, go figure
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| With the V12, I make that straight killa
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| I flood the block, I hug the glock
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| I have a whole neighborhood that seen a thug to stop (Stop!)
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| Cause I show 'em what Waco see, then hit the district cant visit to Jac-o-b
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| I like my diamonds colored, watch it smothered (me too)
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| Show off at the place of jewels, let the white man love it (hahaha)
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| I’m too much, got bitches out for me Bring 'em home, give 'em they choice of balcony
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| She said We can have more fun, I said How can we?
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| Then she brought her girl in and ate her out for me, wow (Wow!)
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| All night sexin', just think, this all came from one question
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| You got a big ass bell? |
| Lemme see you jingle it baby
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| You got a big ass bell? |
| Lemme see you jingle it baby
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| Wanna talk about cars? |
| Lets talk about it Wanna talk about a house? |
| Lets talk about it Wanna talk about jewels? |
| Lets talk about it Wanna talk about money? |
| Dont talk without it Wanna talk about chicks? |
| Lets talk about it Wanna talk about hits? |
| Lets talk about it Wanna talk about cris? |
| Lets talk about it But when you talk about cash, dont talk without it Now as the game rotates, and my chrome gets bigger
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| More and more girls wanna fuck this nigga
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| Hard for a chick not to stick around
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| When I come through town, layin my dick down
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| They can tell a true playa by the clothes that I wear
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| Game that I spit, and the length of my hair (Ok)
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| The more I come, the more I cum, get it?
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| What you see now, I been done did it Every girl around, I been done hit it Cars been kited, since I was sixteen
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| And yes, I’m still spendin’that Kris Kross creme (haha)
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| Big boy moves, big boy shine
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| Big boy watch tell big boy time
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| Everybody know I got the recipe, so you know ya’ll niggas can’t mess with me Matter of fact, I don’t even gotta say no mo'(Oh)
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| Na na, (OH) na na na na na na
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| (Come on girl)
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| Na na na na na na (Oh)
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| Na na na na na na na (Come on girl)
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| Na na na na na na (Oh)
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| Na na na na na na (Come on girl)
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| Na na na na na na (Oh)
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| (I want you to move your waist for the whistle)
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| Na na na na na na (Come on girl)
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| It ain’t too many things that exceed my reach
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| Speedboat, glass floor, let you see underneath
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| But nevermind that though, I’m just showing off
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| As I do in the Porshe show with the top lost
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| I ain’t change the game hash, you know the name as Malice in my wrist, like shattered stain glass
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| I generate them Franklin’s and Grant’s
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| Each ear look like a halogen lamp
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| I’m high beamin, at the same time leanin'
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| In the butter soft seat that keep a street thug scheming'
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| For we compare paper, get your weight up I need more points than that, don’t you play with me, Jacob
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| You see me on my back, you see me live
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| I’m every color of the spectrum, like ROY G. BIV
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| Look dog, get a load of how daddy ball
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| Wanna talk about cash?
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| Well I done said it all |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lets Talk About It (Interlude), artist - Carl Thomas. Album song Lets Talk About It, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп