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

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
hustler more clever then my nemesis

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

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

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

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

Mami show a 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 with them T bag titties
Rome gotta like him, Im slappin' these silly
Rip the nerve out your body dont feel me

And I rock the party like Bizzy B in his
Im as an AC Im not Busta Rhymes
No disrespect but Im smooth as a Jazz
But live as the
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 for the half Nash niggas sleep on cots
Started nothing
of boats and yachts

Man I use to dream a lot but then I sleepin'
Git on my grizzle and kept
Got my mind right, money right, tricked
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 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 your 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

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

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

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 some more 'cause he ain't dead enough
Call me 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 know how we do
What

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