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I'm somethin' a phenomenon, But still dumpin' whenever the on, Y'all hustlers eat fit meals, And it feels somethin' like it's Ramadan, Hope you chumps been walkin' armor on, Somethin's turnin' his on, I love to see in Farragama thongs Bet it plump when you got pajama's on, Jump in, let's hit the ma', And it's whenever I'm on the song, Bumpin' "Bumb-ba-Bump," I'm picky, it comes to licky licky, Have 'em slidin' off Vickie's quickly, the doo-rag thick three sixty, It's the hypno and 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 ballin' enough to not a fuck, And I'm, old enough, to better, But young to not give a fuck
man, I'm in a so old, It'll make your glance, And everybody know, go, So please, call the ambulance, These dudes stand a chance, When I up like the pamper brand, Those in the slants, With a from France, a ass so big, You hide it in hammer pants, Who be in New York, Miami tans, Got doin' the street family dance, I'm sure this can, Make you that gangsta role for the camera man, F-A-B, you preferably, wanna F wit me, Please it, I'm definitely, as responsible, For gettin' the City High as 'Clef be, it please
I'm introduced to women friends, 'Cause I buy deuces to rent a Benz, Like boots made by Timbaland, I have to remind, I got drafted and signed, playa's 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 dude got the juice of a in him, to stones like Medusa 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 later in you die in the hospital