| I walked up to her, walked off with her
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| Them other hoes trash and Weezy dont litter
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| I told her I’mma rapper, I used to be a killer
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| Beat the pussy up, Thrilla in Manilla
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| Im fresh to death, where the casket at?
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| When she walk, watch her booty do the cabbage patch
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| Picture me all in it, yeah Flash and Snap
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| Im outta this world, Globe, Atlas, Map
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| This is spaceship love, Neptunes on the beat
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| I got a priceless flow but I can show you receipts
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| My bitch so bad Im so stress free
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| But she know I’mma dog and that’s her pet peeve
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| And I. talk to the girl dont beat around
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| She asks me how it going and I say its going down
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| Now Tunechi is the name, Young Money on them bitches
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| This is for my mo’fucking hot shine bubbalicios |