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I'm somethin' a phenomenon, But still dumpin' the drama's on, hustlers can't eat fit meals, And it feels somethin' like when Ramadan, Hope you chumps walkin' with armor on, turnin' his momma on, I love to see rumps in thongs Bet it look plump when you got 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 to licky licky, Have 'em slidin' off them quickly, Under the doo-rag thick 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 to not give a fuck, I'm hustlin' enough, to better, But ballin' 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, make your grandma glance, And everybody know, go, So please, call the ambulance, dudes don't stand a chance, When I pull up like the brand, Those in the slants, With a madame France, a ass so big, You couldn't it in hammer pants, Who be in New York, With tans, Got everybody 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 High as 'Clef would be, it please
I'm to your women friends, 'Cause I buy double to rent a Benz, Like they boots 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 gems? Y'all lips get like y'all feminine, I letting loose but the semi can boost 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 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 goin' die in the