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Jacki-O the madame of |
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Miami Ride around all day in a skirt no panties. |
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So mannish, throws so cabanish |
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South Beach gotcha girl skin so tannish. |
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Florida, given u more than her |
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You like it right thurr but the bitch right her(whoop whoop) |
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My ass been fat and |
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I never had a problem with my neck or my back. |
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They cant hang with me, they cant hang with me, they cant hang with me, they cant hang with me(South Beach huh) |
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Naw dogg, im from the other side of the bridge where niggas get killed dogg, for real dogg, boy chill dogg, you better off poppin a pill dogg (Ay Connie). |
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Thats right we on the map first album, first tour and the pre boast rap. |
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It's like every other city we go, |
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Travelin' coast to coast, |
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L.A. I make 'em holla out my name right before i leave, |
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I tell 'em |
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Jacki-O the madame of the industry. |
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My enemies got in suicidal situation |
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They aint even know the nookie bitch that they was facin'. |
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Picture the prophecy with pistols out the paper back. |
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Silence the chatter cause we're poor, we dont even matter. [Chorus:] |
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Slow down for you wreck out. |
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Slow down for you wreck out. |
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Slow down for you wreck out. |
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Slow down for you wreck out. |
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I'm a poe boy soldier thought i told ya. |
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You think |
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Im playin' what you think |
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Im on the road for huh. |
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I got shows bro. |
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I got a gold bro. |
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First week drop want 2million of 'em sold bro. all in the know ya. |
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Gettin gold rock its chess not checkers you heard me. |
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Sugary wall. |
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Scott D.A. get |
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Timmay. Gimme track, shit i'll get this back to you in 3 days. |
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Hit Rick, tell him we need another one. |
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Damn near blew the engine on the other one. |
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These hoes dont like me |
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I know these hoes wanna fight me. |
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But, somehow someway, we keep commin' up with funky ass hits on the road everyday. [Chorus] |
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I cant really explain it, i'm in the industry now, even my enemies fellin me, they so into me now. |
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Yea B. I come from a different sea |
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I fish scales retails for 'bout two three's. |
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Jacki-O, a gift not a curse think i'm a itch now well the rash gets worse. |
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Yea, gottem pacin the floors now |
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They gettin ghost writers to save these whores now. |
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DAAAAMN hoe, in '98 you had fans hoe, what the fuck happened to you. j-j-j-j-j-j-j |
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Jacki-O Because you stoppin my grind |
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Got these sparklin diamonds |
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Top of the line, |
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Plus I got remarkable timin'. |
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They say I walk aroun like |
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I got a S on my chest, |
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It's just the poe boy piece with invisible sex. [Chorus: fade out] |
