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Get the cream, get the Get the cars, he to go far But how far is too far
here love, chicka love, let me holla at you 'Cause what you got is worth than a dollar or two Soil another nigga's usually I wouldn't do But you my girl and I can tell its bothering you
This mother, ah must think that he a to you You got vision but boys the view I know he yo tuition Payin' to get the car
He got juice or is he fiction Heard he be strip Trickin' like he got big pub Is it his or him that you in love with
You on some shit but you was superficial I ain't superficial when rent's due is what a chick do You don't like his the way he looks And you said his breath stinks
But all of that up equal a fresh mink Let's who you are You the moon baby so fuck the
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