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Joe You Dropped Your Dime

where ever but she said u said never (never) U dropped ur dime so I picked it up cuz she was whoa finders keepers, losers weepers what what what what U dropped ur dime

where ever but she said u said never (never) U dropped ur dime so I picked it up cuz she was whoa finders keepers, losers weepers what what what what U dropped ur dime

where ever but she said u said never (never) U dropped ur dime so I picked it up cuz she was whoa finders keepers, losers weepers what what what what U dropped ur dime

can't be serious You ain't cut from the right cloth, fuck your rag One word in your bitch ear, she all in the bag Give a fuck if that's your broad, she

the name is Fat Joe and in love I got good taste Big butts come a dime a dozen in New York I couldn't help but notice when I watch you walk You got

that you did it for show But niggas thought you was ill yo Even your hoe, yo for real young blood I'm really afraid so Your colors got revealed and now you

have you very often, lost in, Run'll run a boss then confuse you lose you're all lost up in the sauce then I stir you sir you're all shakin cause I'm

and a half off in your ass, uhh Walkin with a strap and a bad ass rap You get off first, before your enemy tries to peel your cap, uh-huh And bitches

with You can get it even if your glamourous, feel me, feel me? The way you shake that ass it's like you tryin to kill me I'm with the sex you need, so