| Never a flaw
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| A different kind of high
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| Yaknow feel me on this huh uhh
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| Ladies and gents
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| Your dopest host presents extravagence
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| in the ladies’frame leavin cum stains
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| Niggaz remain in awe when I brought a Dillinger
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| Throw it to ya jaw uhh
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| Never a flaw
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| Never before have you seen such magnificense
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| in the black princess yesss
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| Flow’s phenom I’m the bomb diggy
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| Ask Biggie, keep a dedicated squad wit me Call us the Gabbana girls
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| We dangerous, bitches pay a fee just to hang with us Trust, niggaz lust
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| Without a bank account, I doubt we could swing that route
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| Feel me out uhh, I’m used ta hangin wit boosters, in the best name brand
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| with the in-sane clan, man listen
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| My position is lieutenant
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| Like a block of hash, got the burners up in it
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| Percent it, I send it back to ya greasy
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| Freak it arabic style, sha-muck-daha-steesy
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| To please me you got to be well off
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| Bust a shell off, wit a tattoo that starts off
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| Chorus: Notorious B.I.G.
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| Damn Ma, I love you like the lah, the ganja
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| Sensimilla, can I feel ya All I wanna do is touch ya The ultimate rush, you’re drugs baby
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| Uhh, to my niggaz that trick a little
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| To my bitches that suck dick a little
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| While they niggaz lick the middle, I’m the Don y’all
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| High driven Jean Paul Cartier wear
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| Yeah, enough glorifyin
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| Lyrically electrifyin, bitches by lyin
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| bout the clothes they be buyin
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| Some stores won’t even let you whores in Til I begin to embarass that ass and get crass
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| Kim surpass, all crews
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| Bitches still drinkin booze
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| I sip Cristal and Landcruise
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| Recieve all the oohhs and the ahhhs, the jewels and the cars
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| Slick nigga, I’m stickin you Baby Pah, uhh
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| Yes indeed, flows first class and yours is coach
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| like the bag, the Prada mama
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| Jog five miles a day then I hit the sauna
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| My girls rock Chanel and smoke mad marijuana
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| Inhale this, clench your fist
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| Then ya, feel the mist through the uterus
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| Can ya, picture this
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| Life without me, wake up you’re having bad dreams
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| cause ya fiend for a toke
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| My crew tote Tocques and mink coats
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| On the cell with the boat
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| What you thought, we get caught and get bailed out
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| Fuck the jailhouse, Hennessey on the rocks
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| is all we got as we sail out, entrepeneurs
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| Cristal pourers, be glad we ain’t takin yours
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| Boring huh, I’m warnin ya Style waits for no bitch, a dream bitch
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| when I fuck with scratch and sniff
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| Now I stacks the shit, practice it So no bitch can tax the shit, miraculous
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| So I can relax a bit, and get my toes licked
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| The drugs nigga, a-hah hah hah! |