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[jd talking] (foxy brown) |
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(uh.) did y'all expect us? |
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(no no.) bitches, can y'all get naked? |
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(that's right!) |
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[jd] |
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Uh, y'all know me, and the dough i see |
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Fa so la ti, it's chi chi |
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Ladies wanna hold me, get to know me |
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Talks to each it, wanna sleep with it |
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Simplisticness keeps me hot, while y'all stress |
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Tryin to see the top stop, everything drop so |
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Everything drop platinum or gold and the whole world know |
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I'm that playboy j, doin it my way like usher |
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And i don't feel bad when i crush ya |
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Like blush ya, style big ball, i'ma hit y'all |
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With shit that's gon make niggas forget y'all |
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You feel me dog? i'm a c-h-i, multi |
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And i live and die for the whole pie |
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You can call it what you want, i'm a motherfuckin vet |
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[hook:] [mack 10] (jd) {foxy brown} x 2 |
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(and ain't none a y'all seen nothin yet!) |
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It's that platinum shit, that's all we get |
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So let it be known that it's all for real |
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{and all we about is them dollar dollar bills!} |
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[foxy brown] |
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You know that na na got the heater shit |
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That uh, everybody wanna eat her shit |
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Niggas talkin about they six wanna see this shit |
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Knowin half a y'all broads wanna be this bitch |
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>from ny to the west side, motherfuckers keep me in the best ride |
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38 chest size, ain't fuckin less i come off |
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With like 30 g's easy once the nigga dead off |
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Shit, never trust shit, i gives a fuck |
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I'm a ring finger rock chick, straight lock bitch |
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And everything i rocks with |
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Either pops shit or fuck a nigga topless, y'all hoes finky |
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Got to bank this to even see me half naked |
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Like the black susan lucci, stiletto pumps, gucci |
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Ridicuolous ice, tag me, million dollar price |
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Stay frontin, y'all cats ain't seen nothin |
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[hook] x 2 |
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[mack 10] (foxy brown) |
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I push a six feet drop, red and pallamino |
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And keep the semi glock, where ever me go |
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I stay ruger ready, or either smith & wesson |
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And burn hearts, like they indigested it if i'm tested |
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So where you wanna meet at playa, over here? |
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I'll be the one with all the ice on in the surplus gear |
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Plus i'll tell you what's real, so uh, baby listen |
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Put your shades on when you peep the lex cuz the baugettes glisten |
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(i want the whole three dozen |
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And with that drama, biz) |
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Well it all depends on how ill your na na is |
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Can you go o-t with a few and a gun? |
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But can you cook it with the whoop and make two outta one? |
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Now you can be up in the west and do it my way |
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Or hit the homie jd in atlanta, ga |
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Wanna ball well let's bounce, get the heat and the scale |
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Now mack and fox boogie got dope to sell |
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[hook] x 2 |
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[mack 10 talking] |
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The hoo banger, mack 10. |
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The ill na na, foxy brown. |
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And the homie jd, the don chi chi. |
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We got the recipe, break it down. |
