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I'm somethin' a phenomenon, But still whenever the drama's on, Y'all hustlers eat fit meals, And it feels somethin' when it's Ramadan, Hope you chumps been walkin' armor on, Somethin's turnin' his on, I love to see rumps in Farragama Bet it look plump you got pajama's on, in, let's hit the Bahama's ma', And it's whenever I'm on the song, like "Bumb-ba-Bump," I'm picky, it comes to licky licky, Have 'em slidin' off them quickly, Under the 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 enough to not give a fuck
man, I'm in a so old, make your grandma glance, And know, everybody go, So please, the stretch ambulance, These dudes don't a chance, When I pull up like the brand, in the Lambo slants, With a from France, a ass so big, You hide it in hammer pants, Who be in New York, Miami tans, Got everybody the street family dance, I'm sure this can, Make you save gangsta role for the camera man, F-A-B, you preferably, Don't F wit me, Please it, I'm definitely, as responsible, For the City High as 'Clef would be, it please
I'm to your women friends, 'Cause I buy double deuces to a Benz, they boots made by Timbaland, I have to remind, I got drafted and signed, Y'all playa's get used to the Not one of the Jesus's got lemon lips get loose like y'all feminine, I prove letting loose but the semi can my adrenaline, You had no use with that lem again, my roots is Dominican, Faboloso mi Le bengamins, This dude got the juice of a in him, Turn to stones like got a glimpse of them, But now you can lie and gossip too, And be the guy the dude spoke to, And now you can try to prosecute, But later in you die in the hospital