| Killer, Jim Jones
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| My man DJ Nasty in the house tonight
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| , do it, Ma
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| (Hey lady)
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| I know you heard me in British rob
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| But I get you bracelets till ya wrist is throbbed
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| Just kissed the nob
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| And put your meat on my stick like a shish-ka-bob
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| (Hey lady)
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| Out mingalin', heard that I blingy-bling
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| But I run the circus like ring-a-ling
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| I’m the king of things, and your man, he a homo
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| Like jing-a-ling, jing-a-ling
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| (Lady)
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| That’s life, hit 'em with the pow-ping
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| Pow, pow, 45 loud thing
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| Look wild thing, I do wild things
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| Make China stretch like Yoa Ming
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| (Hey lady)
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| Ching chong like a higher Chow Main
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| I buy lango ma, I don’t need a nickel, naw
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| Oh, you tickled, Ma? |
| 'Cause your nipples, huh
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| Commin' through your shirt, nearly ripped your bra
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| (Hey lady)
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| I see the hate in your eyes, damn them boys is too fly’s
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| The way we roll up, rims all swoll up, ice all froze up, sing
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| (Hey)
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| And while you’re actin' surprised, like we dough sellin' pies
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| They way we hold up, Papi, hole up, Mami, roll up, sing
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| (Hey lady)
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| I know a school in work
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| But you need to schooled in work
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| Put my two to work, I feelin' your shoes, your purse
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| You get low on dough, the few the first
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| (Hey lady)
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| I don’t need you high like I’m high
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| But shit, I need you fly like I’m fly
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| Fresh, Louis Vuitton ankle
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| Pastel, Louis Vuitton rainbow
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| (Hey lady)
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| Threw on the Kango, threw on Durango’s
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| Not from the 'nati, but through on the Bengals
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| Moved on an angle, like a baler matador
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| The two gon' tango
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| (Hey lady)
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| Shake your body, Mami, move your body, hottie
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| It’s true on kamikaze, I’m movin' a Maserati
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| They all polly polly, voo, boy, dolly dolly
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| I don’t talk like the swolly, Mami
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| (Hey lady)
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| I see the hate in your eyes, damn them boys is too fly’s
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| The way we roll up, rims all swoll up, ice all froze up, sing
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| (Hey)
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| And while you’re actin' surprised, like we dough sellin' pies
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| They way we hold up, Papi, hole up, Mami, roll up, sing
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| (Hey lady)
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| Lady, dry your panties
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| Damn, she wanna right her family
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| Tell 'em Nad, I’m a dyper dandy
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| And I got all type of candy
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| What’s that? |
| Victoria Secret
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| Here’s Lapearla, come, peep it
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| This lingerie that you could honor A
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| Wonder woman, woo, wee, go on play
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| Like Cam' watch, like Cam' ring
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| Like Cam' chain, like Cam' bling
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| Heard Cam' sing, if a damn fling
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| Goddamn mam', not a damn thing
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| (Hey lady)
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| I see the hate in your eyes, damn them boys is too fly’s
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| The way we roll up, rims all swoll up, ice all froze up, sing
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| (Hey lady)
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| And while you’re actin' surprised, like we dough sellin' pies
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| They way we hold up, Papi, hole up, Mami, roll up, sing
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| (Hey) |