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You see the girl get's it popping like no
Now they call me streets cause I, be on the block and I'm so
My flow a see Rem got a whole lot of game
But none of lame dudes going to fuck her
I'm on some chill shit, but if you fronting then I flip
I'll give it to a little chick quick
Oh you a bitch? You ain't a bit real

You got little tits and face looks like em mitt till
First I'm a get it hot, I'm a get a deal
My budget none stop, mine paying ten
And when I'm not in the hood, I'm rocking the
Smoke Vanilla Dutches and stuff on Holly a
And if I, pollyin' the it's got to be good
I tell him I could change his just like the lottery could

And now I got him good, he believes me and he
Some won't go down but a lot of them would
I know nigga name, eat it out, he like to eat it out
I just in the crib and he still want to eat it out
Oh god its Martin
In a hot pink Porsche the purple carpets

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Oh god

Hot enough swinging crack, who could believe in the cockpit
Overseas key's like a locksmith
Rocks from wit in the sits of neck
All I do is cause that's the big boy jet
Uh, you never rocked with the R in
I picked up a bad bitch in a
I got cribs better year man

I'm in L.A. with Atlanta fam
Still wanna go against crack
But that's like?, going against
And that's too Diesel, I got too much people
Motherfuckers, you crazy leave you
And I ain't got to tell how many I trip
But you can find me on the now that's a testament
Or at a lounge with an extra bitch

of the month, god damn she's sick
She got a problem, I can help her that
Tell her man that she's fuckin' with
Bet he do nothin'
like he gon' do somethin'
Quick to tell you that his crew stunting
to me, c'mon

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Yeah, that right there
Nod your head to this right here, that real Hip Hop right there
It's coke crack, TS, Remy Mar
Album coming, summer's ours
True story, BX