| Yo I met this fine motherfuckin bitch last night man
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| Pussy taste like strawberries man
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| I was up in the crib chillin…
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| …and spendin much cash
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| Yo I hear you man
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| Them big shot bitches be perpetrating
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| And you still be taking a loss
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| Look at Donald Trump!
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| I know a bitch named Dolly, she live uptown
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| She got a fly new Benz, kid of asian brown
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| Every night she would front and try to flex on the X
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| For no reason, with that diamond and stud shit
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| With two other girls, on that glamour and big shit
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| Walkin around, at Apollo and Bentley
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| Sportin the weave, like the Queen of the Centuries
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| Lookin for Buster, Holyfield and Tyson
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| Jordan and Sugar Ray, a cake with icing
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| Dolly walked in, with a tiger-striped mink coat
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| Her friend had on some shit, I think it was billy goat
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| Tryin to play all and many boogie down brothers out
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| Regular b-boys, the crew, and others out
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| Steppin to bar, the first order was champagne
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| Dolly had a fat ass, with Tina and Charmagne
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| Lookin for tank four, on E with no gain
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| The Benz was outside, parked with no gas
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| Bitches inside, frontin hard in first class
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| Tryin to play the X, like fucked up TV
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| Lookin for green to get to Washington D. C
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| You give him his car back, money and coat back
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| Shoes and hat back, the credit you’re known for
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| Hoein out of state with the big drug dealers
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| From East to West and only cash money stealers
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| Charlie got much shit, them bitches are eatin well
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| You say to yourself, I’m Al Capone, so what the hell
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| Damn… I jerked three hundred G’s
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| I coulda put out a group with ten or twenty MC’s
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| And made megabucks, but you never did realize
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| Dolly was shifty with her lips and chinky eyes
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| Never had a dime, but know how to get one
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| Jerk one take one, out for a long ride
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| With Tina and Charmagne, bums on E side
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| Lookin for BM’s, Cherokees and Jaguars
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| Benzes and Audis, for the brothers with Jettas
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| Watch yourself, and step away from the rat trap |