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Oh, just show a flesh
Let me see a flesh, mami
Just a little flesh
Let me see a little flesh,
show a little flesh
Let me see a flesh

Im so hood and I can't
Rip blocks from
All the way to Fullton to James, L.A. to BK
Young Rome and Im
Born hustler more clever my nemesis

Pop bottles Im Michael Jordon in the 90s
Six ring all I do is big
sickin' my taste
Big ass, small waist, flawless
Really matter the race

we all black as soon as the lights go out
If the head good I might out
If it's that Im tight like a fin
When dis pipe out
The fifth ward, let a out

Young Rome a redneck with his rifle out
Whats that glow, mami ice no
Rhinestone
We conference calls with Jacob
Been like this ever since I got my up

Pick the dirt off the and shake up
Been caring my timbs since break up
Im like Patton no Shaq, Kobe the mailman
One word that dont in my brains is failing man

Mami a little flesh, let me see you ma
Put some Cris on tits, rub it in ya ma
Let boyfriend go, hes a chi chi man
Put Cris on your tits, rub it in ya ma

We bag then broads
We bag
You can have those hood rats with them T bag
Rome gotta like him, Im slappin' dudes silly
Rip the nerve out your that dont feel me

And I the party like Bizzy B in his prime
Im cool as an AC Im not Rhymes
No disrespect but Im smooth as a artist
But as the Roots
Im beyond the hottest

Im not a star, Im the sun, not 2, I am the 1
I am not a rose, I am the gun
And I spit for the half Nash niggas on cots
Started from
Dreamin' of and yachts

Man I use to dream a lot but then I sleepin'
Git on my and kept bizzy
Got my mind right, money right, tricked
Chicks mad 'cause Im
Cheap as a birds language, I the one mami

Mami a little flesh, let me see you ma
Put some Cris on tits, rub it in ya ma
Let boyfriend go, hes a chi chi man
Put Cris on your tits, rub it in ya ma

show a little flesh, let me see you ma
Put Cris on your tits, rub it in ya ma
Let your go, hes a chi chi man
Put some Cris on tits, rub it in ya ma

Mami a little flesh, let me see you ma
Put Cris on your tits, rub it in ya ma
Let boyfriend go, hes a chi chi man
Put Cris on your tits, rub it in ya ma

Man I seen it all
Niggas clapped up brick shoot outs
With po po, pepper stray, sticks
Broads impressed with this willy
Think willys a
Have Diddy sippin' on Cris on some silly

I dont drink from yellow
I like my liquor brown as just jo, hold a no
I erase like Bubba fat
Take to ball
Clap like the Awards

Down hits, up, spit hit, seven up
seven enough, deep shred 'em up
Set 'em up, wet 'em up, shock let 'em up
Hit 'em twice some more 'cause he ain't dead
me Iron Man

Think Im now, you should see me in my boxer
You my flow is obnoxious
I got old in my refrigerator
then you, you niggas know how we do
What

Mami show a flesh, let me see you ma
Put some on your tits, rub it in ya ma
Let boyfriend go, hes a chi chi man
Put some on your tits, rub it in ya ma

Mami show a flesh, let me see you ma
Put some on your tits, rub it in ya ma
Let your go, hes a chi chi man
Put some Cris on tits, rub it in ya ma