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I'm like a phenomenon, But still whenever the drama's on, hustlers can't eat fit meals, And it feels somethin' when it's Ramadan, Hope you chumps been walkin' armor on, Somethin's his momma on, I love to see in Farragama thongs Bet it look plump you got pajama's on, Jump in, let's hit the ma', And it's whenever I'm on the song, like "Bumb-ba-Bump," I'm picky, When it to licky licky, Have 'em slidin' off Vickie's quickly, the doo-rag thick three sixty, It's the 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 enough, to know better, But enough to not give 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 grandma glance, And know, everybody go, So please, call the ambulance, These dudes stand a chance, I pull up like the pamper brand, Those in the slants, With a from France, a ass so big, You couldn't hide it in pants, Who be in New York, Miami tans, Got everybody doin' the street dance, I'm sure hammer can, you save that gangsta role for the camera man, F-A-B, you preferably, Don't F wit me, believe 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, since I got and signed, playa's get used to the scrimagin' Not one of the Jesus's got lemon Y'all lips get loose y'all feminine, I prove letting 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 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 in you goin' die in the hospital