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I'm a hustler, ladies man of course a playa |
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My behavior, is somewhat similar to the majors |
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Cause I be running game, everything that |
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I sayTo a girl, is all derived from my immaculate nature |
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When I pronunciate, my articulate game |
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It appears that |
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I've obtained, more game than |
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I claimAll |
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I ask is for her name, and she ain't never the same |
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Am I just that cold, or are these other cats lame |
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My conversation, is top of the line |
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I'm spitting lyrics, to every last bopper that's fine |
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It's like |
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I'm rapping to the chick, she wanna stop and rewind |
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And analyze my wordplay, while |
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I'm dropping a dime |
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Is it they pheromone, that's attracting my style |
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Or my luminance exuberant, expensive smile |
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Either way |
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I'm warmed up, and running game for miles |
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I keep em on file, |
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I holla in a little while[Hook] |
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Why you peeping me, do you like what you see |
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I bet you never, met a playa like me |
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You staring at me, wondering just who |
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I beI'm sure you'd like to know, why a playa like me so thoed |
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I'm coming at you with game so cold, you just got chose |
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If you wanna roll, then let's go[Paul Wall] |
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Look here, |
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I'ma be real with you |
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Lil' mama's all up in my picture, want me to stick her with my dill pickle |
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My supreme, you need physique and superb |
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My play on words, got em feeding me ordurves |
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I'm making honey dips, lose they composure |
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They begging me to come over, so they can get closer |
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They want closure, from drinking they self sober |
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Hoping that if they bend over, they'll get bit by my cobra oh |
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Girls is firing, to get rear ended |
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By my extended cab, my sweet talk is splendid |
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I come with game sharper, than |
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Gillette Mach 3 |
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One of a kind conversation, you can't out talk me |
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They want position is this competition, they on a mission |
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Wishing that they was kissing, on my composition |
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They got ambition, they dream to manage my extension |
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But this convention, into intermission[Hook][Paul Wall] |
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On the real |
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I got a mouthpiece, that'll have em |
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Dismantling they robe, and laying naked on my couch seats |
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It don't take much, everytime my mouse speaks |
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I notice that the region, around they crouch leaks |
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I graduated, from the |
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MUSHU Academy |
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Is that the reason, why these girls boyfriends mad at me |
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Too much of my sugar, might give em a cavity |
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And oh no we can't have that, now can we |
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My premeditated, propaganda |
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Got em in they birthday suit, like a peeping |
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Tom's dancer |
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Yeah they sexy, and |
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I know that |
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I'm handsome |
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But don't ask the question, if you don't want the answer |
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That means don't ask, if |
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I remember your name |
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I probably don't, but |
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I bet I might remember your brain |
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Straight up, |
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I'ma tell it to you simple and plain |
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I got game, is there any more questions[Hook - 2x] |
