| Do you like what you see
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| Tell me what else you done heard about me
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| Is it strange to see, that I be’s a G
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| So take it how you want it, take it from that P-A-T
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| Am I a player? |
| Shit, up early in the mornig
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| Tryin to stack me up some paper
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| That Platinum Soul got me throwed, can’t you see
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| From these beats I be makin for your jeeps
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| And your slabs and your creeps
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| Who Am I? |
| I’m Double D, I roll with P-A-T
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| You might know me from puttin it down with Lil Ke
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| I’m havin big thangs, big brains, ain’t no plexin
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| From Arkansas to Texas, I’m rollin in my Lexus
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| Blowin on big kill, got hundred dollar bills in my briefcase
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| (Wreckshop)We all in they face
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| Because we third coast born, that means we Texas raised
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| My whole click gettin rich, yeah we gotta stay paid, yeah
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| So do you like what you see
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| Tell me what else you done heard about me
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| I know it’s plain to see, your gal jockin me
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| Cause maybe I’m a player and I’m real with the streets
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| Do you like what you see
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| Tell me what else you done heard about me
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| Is it strange to see, that I be’s a G
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| So take it how you want it, take it from that P-A-T
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| Do you like what you see
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| Tell me what else you done heard about me
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| Is it strange to see, that I be’s a G
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| So take it how you want it, take it from that P-A-T
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| Yeah, do you like what you see, mister mister in the play
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| Diamonds and gators up on my feet
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| Slidin through the club and it’s all gravy
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| Snatchin your girl, burnin out in my Mercedes
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| On buttons, say nothin, gangsta struttin did it all
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| Watchin me when I hit the door and started to ball
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| All along I knew, what she wanted to do
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| She said she knew me from flowin on that screw
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| And when I came through her homegirl’s house
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| And ever since then she wanted to know what I was about
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| And what mader scream and shout, and kept my name in they mouth
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| So I showed her what Sugar Daddy was all about
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| How I turned her out, it was so throwed
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| From the back to the couch, down to the floor
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| Let everybody know, that sugar daddy go
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| From north, east, south to the west, I’m knockin with this pole
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| (say what, say what)
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| Do you like what you see
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| Tell me what else you done heard about me
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| Is it strange to see, that I be’s a G
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| So take it how you want it, take it from that P-A-T
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| Do you like what you see
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| Tell me what else you done heard about me
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| Is it strange to see, that I be’s a G
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| So take it how you want it, take it from that P-A-T
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| Baby, let me jump in your brain
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| As I slide down Main with a fist full of grain
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| Green grain from the top from my ben low
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| Twenty inch Lorenzo, as I turn some mo, mo
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| I’m a glow like my wrist and my neck
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| Slide my rolex ten or set baguette
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| Pieces with marquises and creases up in my slacks
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| Done the private plane to the wide body 'lac
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| I’m a stack and act a mess 'cuzzi down the bed
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| 9−8 Clarion laid in my head rest
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| I rise in my estate, caddy corner by the lake
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| With a glass fireplace, next door to Chevy Chase
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| Valet up in my gate is a brand new hummer
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| Forty inch anaconda and a school of piranas
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| And a bitch in my sauna, waitin on me
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| Let’s look eye to eye and tell me what you see
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| Do you like what you see
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| Tell me what else you done heard about me
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| Is it strange to see, that I be’s a G
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| So take it how you want it, take it from that P-A-T
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| Do you like what you see
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| Tell me what else you done heard about me
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| Is it strange to see, that I be’s a G
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| So take it how you want it, take it from that P-A-T |