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

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

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

'Cause we all black as as the lights go out
If the head good I show out
If right that Im tight like a fin
When dis pipe out
The ward, let a psycho out

Young Rome like a with his rifle out
that glow, mami ice no doubt
Rhinestone
We have conference with Jacob
Been like ever since I got my cake up

the dirt off the concrete and shake up
Been caring my timbs B2K's break up
Im like Patton no Shaq, Kobe the mailman
One that dont compete in my brains is failing man

show a little 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 Cris on your tits, rub it in ya ma

We bag more broads
We bag
You can have hood rats with them T bag titties
Rome gotta like him, Im slappin' these dudes
Rip the out your body that dont feel me

And I the party like Bizzy B in his prime
Im cool as an AC Im not Busta
No disrespect but Im smooth as a artist
But as the Roots
Homey Im 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 sleep on cots
from nothing
Dreamin' of boats and

Man I use to dream a lot but then I sleepin'
Git on my grizzle and bizzy
Got my mind right, money right, never
Chicks mad Im tight
as a birds language, I ain't the one mami

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 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 some on your tits, rub it in ya ma

Mami show a 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 on your tits, rub it in ya ma

Man I done it all
Niggas clapped up over shoot outs
With po po, pepper stray, bully
Broads impressed with this willy
Think willys a
Have Diddy sippin' on Cris on some shit

I dont drink yellow bottles
I like my liquor brown as just jo, a grudge no
I erase like Bubba fat
Take to ball
like the Grammy Awards

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

Think Im sexy now, you should see me in my
You think my flow is
I got old in my refrigerator
Harder then you, you know how we do
What

Mami a little flesh, let me see you ma
Put some Cris on 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 some Cris on tits, rub it in ya ma