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To all the ladies in the place with style and grace |
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Allow me to lace these lyrical duches in your bushes |
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Who rock grooves and make moves with all the mommies |
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The back of the club, sippin moet, is where you'll find me |
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The back of the club, mackin hoes, my crew's behind me |
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Mad question askin, blunt passin, music blastin |
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But i just can't quit |
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Cause one of these honies biggie gots ta creep with |
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Sleep with, keep the ep a secret why not |
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Why blow up my spot cause we both got hot |
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Now check it, i got more mack than craig and in the bed |
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Believe me sweety i got enough to feed the needy |
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No need to be greedy i got mad friends with benz's |
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C-notes by the layers, true fuckin players |
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Jump in the rover and come over |
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Tell your friends jump in the gs3, i got the chronic by the tree |
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Chorus: |
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[i love it when you call me big pop-pa] |
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Throw your hands in the air, if youse a true player |
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[i love it when you call me big pop-pa] |
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To the honies gettin money playin niggaz like dummies |
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[i love it when you call me big pop-pa] |
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If you got a gun up in your waist please don't shoot up the place |
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Cause i see some ladies tonight who should be havin my baby |
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Bay-bee |
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Verse two: |
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Straight up honey really i'm askin |
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Most of these niggaz think they be mackin but they be actin |
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Who they attractin with that line, "what's your name what's your sign" |
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Soon as he buy that wine i just creep up from behind |
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And ask what your interests are, who you be with |
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Things to make you smile, what numbers to dial |
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You gon' be here for a while, i'm gon' go call my crew |
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You go call your crew |
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We can rendezvous at the bar around two |
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Plans to leave, throw the keys to lil cease |
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Pull the truck up, front, and roll up the next blunt |
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So we can steam on the way to the telly go fill my belly |
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A t-bone steak, cheese eggs and welch's grape |
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Conversate for a few, cause in a few, we gon' do |
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What we came to do, ain't that right boo [truuuueee] |
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Forget the telly we just go to the crib |
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And watch a movie in the jacuzzi smoke l's while you do me |
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Chorus |
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Verse three: |
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[how ya livin biggie smallz] in mansion and benz's |
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Givin ends to my friends and it feels stupendous |
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Tremendous cream, fuck a dollar and a dream |
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Still tote gats strapped with infrared beams |
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Choppin o's, smokin lye an' optimo's |
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Money hoes and clothes all a nigga knows |
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A foolish pleasure, whatever |
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I had to find the buried treasure, so grams i had to measure |
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However living better now, gucci sweater now |
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Drop top bm's i'm the man girlfriend |
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[honey check it |
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Tell your friends, to get with my friends |
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And we can be friends |
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Shit we can do this every weekend |
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Aight? is that aight with you? |
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Yeah... keep bangin] |
