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

Im so hood and I change
Rip from Venice
All the way to to Saint James, L.A. to BK
Young Rome and Im
hustler more clever then my nemesis

Pop bottles like Im Jordon in the 90s
Six all I do is big things
sickin' my taste
Big ass, small waist, face
dont matter the race

'Cause we all as soon as the lights go out
If the good I might show out
If it's right that Im tight a fin
When dis pipe out
The ward, let a psycho out

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

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

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

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

And I rock the like Bizzy B in his prime
Im as an AC Im not Busta Rhymes
No disrespect but Im smooth as a Jazz
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 sleep on
Started from
Dreamin' of and yachts

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

Mami show a 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 Cris on your 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 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

Man I seen it all
clapped up over brick shoot outs
With po po, pepper stray, bully
impressed with this willy shit
Think a trick?
Have Diddy sippin' on Cris on some shit

I dont from yellow bottles
I my liquor brown as just jo, hold a grudge no
I enemys like Bubba fat
Take stars to
Clap the Grammy Awards

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

Think Im sexy now, you should see me in my
You think my is obnoxious
I got old in my refrigerator
then you, you niggas 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 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 some on your tits, rub it in ya ma