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"Yeah, this one of them joints right here....feel this...."
I got the World in my World in my clutches gettin` smoked, twirlin` dutches Jingle everywhere I go, girls wanna fuck this fly guy, I`m`a die high smokin` my lye be on the low, can`t find me, why try? ends I`m holdin` `em chumps with no dough? heads I`m rollin` `em sportin` Cartier glass frames with the gold in `em what, done it, cop the Benz Six Hundred if I ain`t gettin` blunted I`m probably in some chicks stomach lustin`, ya`ll ain`t my girl, we only fuckin` out two lifestyles on `cause one joint be bustin` shootin` thug sperm, what the deal boo give you little welts and rug burns plus a meal too.
Chorus - Hey yo, stop it, if ya`ll think ya`ll gon` make a profit, take ya eyes off my pocket, all I wanna do is knock it, I got a wife just keep it in the closet, late night you might see me creepin` through your projects. (Repeat)
Verse 2: How you livin`? plenty Limos mansion, Twenty windows Menage Trois nymphos, smokin` cigars with indo mega large`n far from some crab nigga starvin` get money plus be robbin`, push cars thats foreign crisp gear on, rapid flip Heron yo, to Hell with some Beer, me and my crew share Don I be icey, known for hittin` chicks like ya Wifey now you don`t like me, playa hatin` nigga bite me you gabless, I`m established, livin` lavish until I perish me and my crew gon` get cabbage and thats that, publishin` from ASCAP my ass rap, but FEDS still flash that.
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Verse 3: In the N.Y. electric chair, here Men fry new kids flippin` pies, fuedin` with different guys I`m on the rise, low key, baggy Karl Kani`s flexin` on the celly, skully over my eyes street wise, got ties to crime thats organized never took no shorts so you oughta recognize tote tecks, sport a icey Rolex picture Gruff spendin` one night with no sex shit, all these dames know Gruff got bread be puffin` mad lye, I stay bloodshot red like a Maxi, I ain`t got no paper so don`t ask me bitch caught the vapors said I raped her, tried to tax me stop it, if ya`ll think ya`ll gon` make a profit keep ya eyes off my pocket all I wanna do is knock it I got a wife just keep it in the closet late night you might see me creepin` through ya projects, yo...
Chorus 2X
Word, these girls is crazy yo....gold diggas, always somethin` they wanna hold from a nigga, you know? Ain`t fuckin` with these chicks...these bitches is sour.
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