| She said she admire my tenacity
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| How I turn metaphors to a masterpiece
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| Flow softer than silk brother, Master P
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| Your favorite rapper’s A&R probably mad at me
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| She said grab a seat, let me pick ya brain
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| Then she talked about how she don’t get the game
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| How I be in my zone and I ain’t rich with change
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| 'Cause I got walkin' pneumonia, we don’t spit the same, huh
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| Mimic me, they cannot do
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| Fuck with me lyrically? |
| This is not true
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| Bitch please, ha, sorry, not you
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| I know what you wanna hear, and I got you
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| She want that, double entendre
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| My wit is makin' her wet, I’m a monster
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| Make her charge the credit to the game, she will sponsor
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| Might make her put two S’s in her name like Cassandra
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| I feel like the new fat LL, baby
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| (L, what up?)
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| Lady love me like a legend
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| She lay her leggings on me on a let in
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| She lick me every late night, she let Fred in, uh
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| She went further into the convo
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| How I single out words, make 'em a combo
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| Put rappers in they place like a realtor, condo
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| Til they on point in the defense, Rondo |
| I have to leave, so
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| My flow’ll kill a whole house
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| She said her favorite record from me was Monique’s Room
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| But she love my B-sides and undergrounds
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| And how cyphers evacuate when I come around
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| She stay sayin' that she prayin' for my just due
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| I don’t need tens of millions, baby, just two
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| Do you hear the shit they told me to adjust to?
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| I mean as weird as shit, baby, not just you
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| It’s like the lyrical rapper is a cold case
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| It’s like they don’t want my talent to be showcased
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| Ma, I got the bill
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| We’ll role play later, you Lewinsky, just say I got you Bill, ha |