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put my mack on a strippa But she gasped on a a nigga flashed me her figure Ready to take this bitch in the bathroom and hit her This other nigga stepped
clock There's room for one last battle, let's see if y'all feel me or not My ultimate tag-team would be like Biggie and Pac Stan Lee would get the Black
Mercedes keys You know I'm a little heated, I can't promise I'm a be soft when I treat it Last time we barely knew each other By the way, how the finest
-high hoodies So show your face-a when you waste, I know who's smokin' The bigger that you try to put out yours just makes me Mr. Nobody Take high wit
shells Hit the ground with the quickness lay better stay down on the darkside Take a look and you'll find true niggas like no other kind Nigga say fuck
high hoodies So show your face-a when you waste, I know who's smokin' The bigger that you try to put out yours just makes me Mr. Nobody Take high wit'
G files I do it L.B.C. style .. I got the word on your Simon You need to just start rhymin Cause you the biggest star on your label And them other niggaz
