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I'm like a phenomenon, But still dumpin' whenever the on, hustlers can't eat fit meals, And it feels somethin' like when Ramadan, you chumps been walkin' with armor on, Somethin's his momma on, I love to see in Farragama thongs Bet it look when you got pajama's on, in, let's hit the Bahama's ma', And it's crunk I'm on the song, like "Bumb-ba-Bump," I'm picky, When it comes to licky, Have 'em slidin' off them quickly, Under the doo-rag thick 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 enough to not give a fuck, I'm enough, to know 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, It'll make your 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 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 hammer can, Make you that gangsta role for the camera man, F-A-B, you preferably, Don't F wit me, Please it, I'm definitely, as responsible, For gettin' the City High as would be, Believe it
I'm to your women friends, 'Cause I buy deuces to rent a Benz, Like they boots by Timbaland, I to remind, since I got drafted and signed, Y'all playa's get used to the Not one of the Jesus's got gems? Y'all lips get like y'all feminine, I prove loose but the semi can boost my adrenaline, You never had no use that lem again, my roots is Dominican, Faboloso mi Le bengamins, dude got the juice of a pimp in him, Turn to stones Medusa got a glimpse of them, But now you can lie and gossip too, And later be the guy the spoke to, And now you can try to prosecute, But later in you goin' die in the