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Gas full blow
Everybody looking at the glass with a care
Take a cigar right from people keep bar
No way your cameo can hold it, hands to your girlfriend
Keep it up chickie make you feel like a boyfriend
Yo, Mccartho synthetic
Big Willy stars roll in it
Mama-unh Mama-unh mama prop a sigh
In the middle of the club with the rubber down
No love for to hate us to hate us
Mack is a cop, four seas at the lakers
Simeon puttin' you all live with the Raiders
I got the three buck for the flavor of the crowd pleaser
From the principal shore
I miss wholly mad chicks rocking my whips
Suggestion, you get doubles ground
Livin' that life self-centered Amen
She sets a mood just like George and Wheezy
Cream to the packs and normal reacts
Would you like to bounce with the rubber bands cracking up
I'd rather pay for the shacking up, flatten up
Right everybody took a spell
But I didn't trust , but baby I'm a lychee
Hit her with a trop top, get the ribbon
You gotta-rotta bad winter-otta stuff in it
Here with these dancing kids.
Dance floor pro
Everybody lookin' at me glancin' the kid
Ciga-cigar right from Cuba-Cuba
Illway the an-may on the ance-day oor-flay
Givin' up jiggy make it feel like foreplay
Yo, my car-dee-o is infinit-
Big Willie Style's all in it
Mama-unh Mama-unh mama come closer
In the middle of the club with the rub-a-dub, unh
No love for the haters, the haters
Mad cause I got floor seats at the Lakers
See me on the fifty yard line with the Raiders
I got the fever for the flavor of the crowd pleaser
From the Prince of this, Your Highness
Ah yes, yes y'all ya don't stop
Livin' that life some consider a myth
Since I moved up like George and Weezy
Cream to the maximum I be askin' em
Would you like to bounce with the brother that's platinum
Rather play ball with Shaq and um, latten 'em
Psyche, kiddin' you thought I took a spill
But I didn't trust the lady of my life she hittin'
You got a Prada bag with a lotta stuff in it
Here with this handsome kid.
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