| Girl you know I’m big headed, souped up to d T
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| D Grammy Awards watch me repeat it, George Kooney award
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| Just me an ma rhymes kiss, like Rihanna and Chris
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| You know I do dis for breakfast, d waiters gotta have butter on ma grits
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| Gave the greatest day starter kits, they be got d mom I miss
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| Livin up in d grand high like lil Rich
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| The maze know us elders, most rappers tryin to come up from the bottomless pit
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| When I hear em thay all saying ma shh, the man who love Toni Braxton mother
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| Charge MCs to see me man you gotta pay a cover
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| Sittin in d Cadillac 16 wit Magnum rubbers, yo girl prepare supper
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| Soul food back out, they outta style they old, see they old school
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| Yea, ah-ha, they be classified
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| All d money I been gettin all d places I’d invented
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| Yea, we classified
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| All the females I be touchin, the topics been discussin
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| Yea we classified
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| Classified, classified
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| Yea, they all been a lie
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| Here lil boy, here’s yo pacifier
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| Yea, yea but I’m classified, classified
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| The way I’m feelin, matches no other feelin
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| Livin d high life, what you thinkin bout gettin
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| Coppin a lamborghini I’m hopin they never see me, broke
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| Unless they hear it from me on ma first CD
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| Girl hey your beauty, beauty is such a blessin
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| Never thinkin bout leavin, I know it’s outta d question
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| I’m gone, I told you I’m on
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| But she comin with me, ridin so swiftly
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| Don’t wanna press no brakes but we can get shifty
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| Switch gears, an now we end up at d hotel girl
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| I’m out d hood so I spend it on ma hotel floor
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| Come an take you on a ride shorty don’t let go
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| Don’t let go
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| Closer! |
| (closer, closer, closer, closer) |