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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 flesh

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

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

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

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

Pick the dirt off the and shake up
Been caring my timbs since B2K's up
Im like Patton with no Shaq, Kobe the
One word that dont compete in my brains is man

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

We bag more 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 body that dont feel me

And I rock the party Bizzy B in his prime
Im cool as an AC Im not Busta
No disrespect but Im as a Jazz 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 niggas sleep on cots
from nothing
Dreamin' of and yachts

Man I use to dream a lot but then I stop
Git on my grizzle and bizzy
Got my mind right, money right, never
mad 'cause Im tight
Cheap as a birds language, I the one mami

Mami 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 Cris on your tits, rub it in ya ma

show 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 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

Man I seen it all
Niggas clapped up over brick shoot
With po po, stray, bully sticks
Broads with this willy shit
Think a trick?
Have Diddy sippin' on Cris on silly shit

I drink from yellow bottles
I like my liquor brown as just jo, hold a no
I erase like Bubba fat
Take stars to
Clap like the Grammy

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

Think Im now, you should see me in my boxer
You think my flow is
I got old donuts in my
Harder you, you niggas know how we do
bitch?

Mami 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

show 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