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She be looking pretty, don't it? Woopty Doo! You hit the club and made it rain Woopty Doo! You spend like 50 on the chain But every 365 bro, you get a
rhyme Let's be clear and lets be fair The best things in music's being offered here It's a round table full of bosses here Still giving you it all like
you, we ride, we ride X2 They goin' high heel shoes, me and my girls rocking Jimmy Choo's They think that benzel's fun, we roll out like we're the girl
They want you dead, yo, you're dead before the daylight ends Your eyes shiver and you grit your teeth You sold your soul, now cold blood's how you get relief Now you
Detroit players ball like you have no idea, the boy is here Got the whole place lookin' like its candy painted, ain't it? Like we left the kids at home
don't you know im the one (yea im that) boy don't you know im the one (yea im that) boy don't you know im the one (yea im her) boy
Marvin in his hay I'm a hustler homey, you a customer crony Got some dirt on my shoulder, could you brush it off for me? If you feelin' like a pimp
' Kim and them, you know the women friend Who, carry the work cross state for a gentlemen Yeah, thanks to all the hustlers And most importantly you, the customer
'm not done I'm Omilio and interviews thought you could hold Sparks in the hood Give me hon' And you like it All those haters talkin' shit we don't like
you Put niggas to sleep like a motherfucking downer I'm a great white, you's a flounder Fish and a bitch, I tuna eveything around you U-Haul Gudda, moving everything around you
hundred regardless Shrimp scampy odor everytime I fork chick Trap nigga conversate with a harvard smart bitch I'm young rich and heartless, put you on a cartoon Cartoon jewlry customized
we do it when we see it you can put that on my hood: YM/CMB Livin' legend livin' good Marble on the wood Spendin' how you feel nigga nothin' when your
I'm fresh, dressed like a million bucks With the pocket full of money and I'm ready to cut, While shawty looking ...like she ready to .. I got a king
baby blue They powder blue, yo' shit's is hotter You hotter with them frames on Nigga, you James Bond and you stay low You know my style babe bro, yeah
side are you on? I got the paranoia blues From knockin' around in New York City Where they roll you for a nickel And they stick you for the extra dime Anyway you choose You
your eyes so devilish Uh you like to dance on the hip-hop spots And you cruise to the crews like connect the dots Not just urban, she like her pop