| uh, uh, yeah, uh-huh
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| yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Yo, I ain’t got no reason to trick or spend
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| Mami, I’m the reason the chicks begin cheesein’and snickerin'
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| Playa like me? |
| every season these chicks have been
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| Talkin’how I came through the P’s in a sicker Benz
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| Heard about the platinum visas the bricker bends
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| Jewels so icey I need freezers to sitck 'em in I be’s in the keys wit a click of friends
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| Trees and a liquor blend, I be too queezy and sick to grin
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| I dont care if a skeezer is thick or thin
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| It’s gon’look like she havin’a seizure I stick it in Skeos say can I get the keys to ya six again?
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| After I nut, that’s when amnesia be kickin’in
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| Most broads I done met, ain’t see a guy
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| Who spend a G on gucci T’s, five for sweats
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| I’m what chicks strive to get, I stay in the P. J's
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| You thinkin (?) i’m talkin’pivate jets, uh I need the cash in my palm, the ice in my charm — ma’be easy
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| (Watch it, please)
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| Wanna lean to the side while I cruise in your ride — ma’be easy
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| (Put down that cheese)
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| Gotta have a broad wantin’and let me hold somethin'- ma’be easy
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| (You get nothin’from me)
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| You get NOTHIN!
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| So the kid never stresses a female
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| And if you ask where I live they gon’give you
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| addresses to e-mail
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| All that cops can suggest is that he sell
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| How I’m gon’push it unless it’s a v-12
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| From S’s to CL’s, I request is (?)
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| In the head rests his t. |
| v's dwell
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| They heard how many albums I presses for retail
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| And they can’t get a dime unless it’s a weed sale
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| And lets be real, catch me at the bar wit them crispy bills
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| Gettin Cris’re-fills, my wrist be chilled
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| And my wardrobe look like I got an Ice Berg History deal
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| Still dames have been givin me slow neck
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| And I don’t even know what they real names have been
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| I feel ashamed to spend, 'cause when it comes to knockin''em down
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| I’m right behind Wilt Chamberlin
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| Ma you musta had too many weed totes
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| 'Cause I ain’t givin’you any C-notes
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| I’m all about floatin’on them new skinny speed boats
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| Hundred and somthin wit two skinny deep throats
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| Winter hit, I’m in a new finny ski coat
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| See the screens? |
| ain’t gotta use any remotes
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| No more shoppin’sprees I’m rough wit the ends
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| Keep honeys on their knees, scuffin’they shins
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| I deal wit nothin but tens
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| I be the club king wit diamonds shuffling your friends
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| Chickens get keys, scuffin the Benz
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| Cause they wanna lock me down like I’m Puff in the pens
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| Snatch any chink blond who feel my link longview
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| (One try) I ain’t tryin to put clinks on you
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| Hope trickin ain’n one of the things you think John do Cause thats the way you end up wit a drink on you mami |