| 800 dolla sweats suit
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| And some mothafucking Timb boots
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| I don’t fuck with basic hoes they too simple
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| Work a basic bitch like a pimp do
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| Naw she ain selling ass, she driving with the gas
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| Rolled a superman blunt, half cooked half hash
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| Yo bitch love to ride with me because my car go really fast
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| Left her now she feeling sad
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| I’m too busy getting cash
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| She said where the love at
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| I said I don’t love back
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| Told her I keep my love the same place I keep my slugs at
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| Fuck all dat picked up my phone, where my nigga cuz at
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| Keep a baby bottle like Tommy from the Rugrats
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| Now I ain’t got no job like Tommy off of Martin
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| All we do is smoke weed, fuck, shop and party
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| Ghetto ass bitch but she swear she a barbie
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| 4a.m. |
| she lurking in my hotel lobby
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| Am I bout to bend her over, shit probably
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| She told me that she got the sloppy
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| I cooked that bitch like Hibachi
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| Go to Magic City just to eat steak and broccoli
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| They hating but can’t stop me
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| My side bitches wear
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| My Mexican girl I call her hot tamale
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| Fifty p’s of strong, in an empty apartment
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| Got married to the streets and Fizzle was da best man
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| Went and found the plug and turned him into my best friend
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| I told the plug we to death to us part
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| Started running the place like Patrick Ewing and John Starks |