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

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

Pop bottles Im Michael Jordon in the 90s
Six ring all I do is big
Fall my taste
Big ass, small waist, face
Really dont matter the

'Cause we all as soon as the lights go out
If the head good I might out
If right that Im tight like a fin
When dis blow out
The fifth ward, let a out

Young Rome like a with his rifle out
Whats that glow, mami ice no
never
We conference calls with Jacob
Been this ever since I got my cake up

Pick the off the concrete and shake up
caring my timbs since B2K's break up
Im Patton with no Shaq, Kobe the mailman
One word that 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 boyfriend go, hes a chi chi man
Put some on your tits, rub it in ya ma

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

And I rock the party like Bizzy B in his
Im cool as an AC Im not Busta
No disrespect but Im as a Jazz 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 niggas sleep on cots
Started from
Dreamin' of boats and

Man I use to a lot but then I stop sleepin'
Git on my and kept bizzy
Got my mind right, money right, never
mad 'cause Im tight
Cheap as a birds language, I ain't the one

show 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 some Cris on tits, rub it in ya ma

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

Mami show a 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

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

I dont drink from yellow
I like my liquor as just jo, hold a grudge no
I enemys like Bubba fat
Take to ball
Clap like the Grammy

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

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

show a little 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 Cris on 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 boyfriend go, hes a chi chi man
Put some on your tits, rub it in ya ma