| Had a shindig everybody in mi casa
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| When I was approached by a lady trying to blend me proper
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| When she asked if I really was the king of the choppers
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| Bitch, I’m Mufasa
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| Let me know if you rolling
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| Let me know if you down
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| 'Cause I see you choosing
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| You know I hold it down
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| Even though I came a long way from the blocks
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| Still wave my finger to the cops
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| I see you like what I got
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| So let me know if you rolling
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| Let me know if you down
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| I see you choosing
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| Aye
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| With this bimbo, hit this indo
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| Said she wanna give me hella vicious then go
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| 'Bout to make the music crescendo
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| So don’t nobody hear me knock it out with the quickness Kimbo
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| So I had to get the bitch’s info
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| The top was mental, lovely ladies suck it, stay silento
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| Resemble monkey wrench though
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| I don’t need your credentials
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| We men though
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| Leave you in light and leave you in limbo
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| She chose
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| N9ne I’m impossible to figure and decode
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| She wanna really welcome me to the freak show
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| She fuck with the homies, Sav Siccness and Bleezo
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| She said that both of my homies they gave her the heave ho
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| But she ain’t never had me killin' it befo'
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| So I gave her the meat and it was more than Rodigo
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| She coming to every blur party we throw
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| (Tim Tebow)
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| Fakers be oozing illusions
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| They said they banging; |
| but they moving and grooving
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| That’s why the ladies want the dude with the fusion
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| Of indica oil and Keith who’d’n and coolin'
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| Stuffed and puffed like a Cuban
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| You trippin', she left with us
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| You get bruised and contusions
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| Used and abused and fooled
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| Cos' Tecca N9na, she choosin'
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| Let me know if you rolling
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| Let me know if you down
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| 'Cause I see you choosing
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| You know I hold it down
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| Even though I came a long way from the blocks
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| Still wave my finger to the cops
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| I see you like what I got
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| So let me know if you rolling
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| Let me know if you down
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| I see you choosing
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| Aye
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| Choosin' me because I make a knot
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| Wanna eat my dick up like a brat
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| They niggas hope that Tecca Nina rot
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| They never close enough to get a shot
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| 'Cause I be chilling way up at the top
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| But we never too comfortable and thinking it won’t pop
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| You can bet that the heaters on my family stay cocked
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| And my governors ready for the petty who said he hot
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| 'Cause I beat, beat, beat, beat, beat her
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| With the d and not D Jeter
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| Then I found out she a queef skeeter
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| When I mixed OJ with the Beef-eater
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| Your girly’s punani it was a deep greeter
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| Coming at me you’ll be a hit by the peace bleeder
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| I’m a beast I beat beep and she’s cheater
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| She want me in her mouth, I will at least feed her
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| You know the rules of the game
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| Your bitch just chose me
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| We can handle this like we got some class or
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| Get into the gangster shit if you tripping low-key
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| Women is never nothing to steal
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| When you making hella bread and you go from here to Brazil
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| So you gotta know I’m the nigga that she wanna get to for big thrills for real
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| Let me know if you rolling
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| Let me know if you down
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| 'Cause I see you choosing
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| You know I hold it down
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| Even though I came a long way from the blocks
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| Still wave my finger to the cops
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| I see you like what I got
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| So let me know if you rolling
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| Let me know if you down
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| I see you choosing |