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I'm somethin' a phenomenon, But still dumpin' the drama's on, hustlers can't eat fit meals, And it somethin' like when it's Ramadan, you chumps been walkin' with armor on, Somethin's his momma on, I love to see rumps in thongs Bet it look plump when you got on, Jump in, let's hit the ma', And it's crunk I'm on the song, Bumpin' "Bumb-ba-Bump," I'm picky, it comes to licky licky, Have 'em slidin' off them quickly, Under the doo-rag thick sixty, the hypno and sticky icky, I Okay!
I'm fly enough, to do better, But pimp enough to not a fuck, And I'm enough, to do better, And gangsta enough to not a fuck, I'm hustlin' enough, to better, But enough to not give a fuck, And I'm, old enough, to better, But young enough to not a fuck
man, I'm in a so old, It'll your grandma glance, And everybody know, go, So please, call the ambulance, dudes don't stand a chance, When I up like the pamper brand, Those in the slants, With a madame France, a ass so big, You hide it in hammer pants, Who be in New York, With tans, Got everybody the street family dance, I'm sure hammer can, Make you save gangsta role for the camera man, F-A-B, you preferably, Don't F wit me, believe it, I'm definitely, as responsible, For gettin' the City High as would be, it please
I'm to your women friends, 'Cause I buy deuces to rent a Benz, Like boots made by Timbaland, I to remind, since I got drafted and signed, Y'all get used to the scrimagin' Not one of the Jesus's got lemon Y'all get loose like y'all feminine, I letting loose but the semi can boost my adrenaline, You never had no use that lem again, my roots is Dominican, Faboloso mi Le bengamins, This got the juice of a pimp in him, Turn to stones like got a glimpse of them, But now you can lie and gossip too, And later be the guy the dude to, And now you can try to prosecute, But in you goin' die in the hospital