| PT Cruiser, the bachelor
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| Flip that hoe like a spatula
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| She know that I’m spectacular
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| My suit’s cleaner than Dracula’s
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| Baby girl, I’m just asking ya
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| Why can’t you be a passenger?
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| Me and you (are not laughing dumb?)
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| Mark today on my calendar
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| Can I speak to your manager?
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| We could go get a manicure
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| We could go get a pedicure
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| Let me know if you’re insecure
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| This my uncle, MJG
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| I’m his nephew, I’m PT
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| My lifestyle’s luxury
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| I’m royalty, come fuck with me
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| Pull up to the club in the Cadillac Brougham
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| Cocaine white nigga, sitting on chrome
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| Playing «Fire and Desire»
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| Sitting on them thirty wires
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| (?) You see them gold strips
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| I ain’t ‘bout to handle courtship
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| With no chick, can’t pay me shit
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| Sock it to my pocket, bitch
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| And my hoe on go now, as we speak
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| She hit that stage seven days a week
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| I grab that hoe a' about four A. M
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| She tells them fuck niggas «I'm with him»
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| I get my cash and drop her off
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| Because she know my pimpin' costs
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| PT Cruiser, I’m in cruise control
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| I done had more good times than Esther Rolle
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| Now one time, for my motherfucker Gator, nigga
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| Two times, if you’re really getting paper, nigga
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| Three times, if you like what you see
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| I’m Pastor Troy and that’s MJG
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| And this «Cadillac Music,» hoe you know
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| When you exit my car, don’t slam my door
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| Yo MJG, you ready, bro?
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| Man, show these niggas how to pimp a hoe |