| I’m a cool type of calm
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| Demeanor of the time hypnotic with the tongue
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| 'Til the break of dawn bad bitches be dangling from both of my arms
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| Hopping out a cars when we get to stars
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| I’m getting mine get yours
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| Soon as we finishing chores we be winning awards
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| I love women of course I don’t be meaning no harm
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| When I call 'em bitches and whores
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| I take a pause for the cause
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| Caveman swaggin on these hoes
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| Having them dropping drawls and jaws
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| I’m in the house like Charles in charge
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| The way I’m living and my entourage is large
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| I’m getting rich off rap
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| Aboriginal black in my fisherman hat
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| Yeah we bringing it back like the gluttius maximus
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| With itty-bitty titties but the booty was fat
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| We dip dip dive so socialize
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| Yeah we dip dip dive so socialize
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| We dip dip dive so socialize
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| Don’t close your eyes we about to shine
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| We dip dip dive so socialize
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| We dip dip dive so socialize
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| Yeah we dip dip dive so socialize
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| Got hoes on my side so don’t close your eyes
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| She used to drive me crazy with them titties man
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| Now she got five babies drive a mini van |
| Summer jam in the city I was in a stance
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| Just puffing on a Philly watching bitches dance
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| «Ante Up» hella slapping Billy Danze get to rapping
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| Lil Fame start snapping and the worst thang happen
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| That girl’s trapping me in («What did you say nigga?»)
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| I reached for my sack like I was back in a pen
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| Stomach start hurting like I’m yacking off gin
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| Almost blacked out like what happen again?
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| Big bollicao with the fish body smell
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| No que huele a pescao get the hell out you foul
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| Stanking so bad like it got in my mouth
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| I hout tout spit hit the blunt and was out
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| Another wilder story just a small allegory
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| How the world is fucked up ever since I was a shorty what’s up! |