| Look, look, look
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| I pass with the top off like my car was named Lil' Kim
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| The lil pimp hopped out wrist lookin like a skittles blimp
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| Do not introduce me to your chic, that’ll get her flip
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| I’ma try not to mention that I’m rich, but it’ll slip
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| I really whipped the Z doin' a hundred and thirty
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| Come back doin 25 in a hunter Excursion
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| Open mouth and it’ll beam like the sun is emergin
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| When I’m out, women scream like they thumbin a virgin
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| Hummers be swervin like I’m passin y’all in speeding go-carts
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| She think she look like a basketball season score chart
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| Hotter than a damn blow torch, you see me sizzlin
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| When your freak be missin, I got her twurkin n she be whistlin
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| Piece be glistenin every time it get a light reaction
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| Despite the braggin my chest brighter than Michael Jackson
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| BMW motorcycle drag racing dawg
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| That playas raw call’em «Lil' Wayne the Don»
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| When we come through you know how we do, dog
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| (shoo, shoo) up the insterstate with the roof off
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| We be shinin in diamonds very blue, dog
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| Just the life in the ice’ll make ya cool off
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| Damn, I like to rep, I like to shine, I like to look good
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| B.Geezy let them niggas know
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| I come through in somethin new, hoes hollerin' «Look at him!»
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| That be the Hot Boy they call «Bling Bling Slim»
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| Park the whip crooked, grab the heat, jump out
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| Everybody lookin and sayin «damn he iced out»
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| The chain I got on costs more than your dream house
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| Presidential Roley, don’t even want talk about
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| Say whodi look at your bitch — she drooling from the mouth
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| Wanna ride wit lil' B.G. |
| and wildout
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| Don’t trip, let her come dip wit me dawg
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| I share them lips wit Weezy 'til she get locked jaws
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| I’m a fool wit it, niggas know but don’t want admit it
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| It’s cool, long as you respect me, I’m chillin
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| Cross the line I draw for ya — it’s a killin
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| It’s gonna be click, clack blucka, blucka brain spillin
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| Until then I’m reppin, Stuntin flossed out
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| You see me if you up north and I’m down south
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| Nigga don’t think I changed, I grew up doin good
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| Still: fuck, chill, and get my hair cut in the hood
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| Never forget where I come from, I’m too real
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| Never for get the days I had to get it how I live
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| But it’s better now; |
| I’m on another level now
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| I got cheddar now; |
| I got my shit together now
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| I’m livin swell nigga, I’m givin hoes hell nigga
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| My broad is in order, I refuse to fail nigga
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| Benzos, Beamers, and Bentleys
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| Man I’m ballin, go to a dice game wit a hundred G’s
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| Lose it — laugh about it — nigga like me don’t miss it
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| Make a phone call get my bitch to come bring me 50
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| True that, it’s all gravy, I get that there from Baby
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| When I struggle niggas love me — now they can’t take me
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| But as long as they don’t fuck wit me — I don’t worry bout’em
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| But if they fuck wit me — you gone have to worry bout’em
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| Just the life in the ice’ll make ya cool of |