| MTM, hit 'em with the heat
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| The way I feel about you, oh, I’m in love
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| The way I feel about you, oh, I’m in love
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| I pull up, caddy with the spokes spinnin', wood grain grippin'
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| Plexin' like you somethin' but you sipping on what these broke bitches
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| Gold diggin' hoes know that I be on that player shit
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| I’d rather you fuck all on my bitch before I let you hit
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| A maxed blunt, catch me posted in the shake junt
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| Sippin' on the Louis XIII, twistin' on the skunk
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| Break a trick off, this MAC and game, this shit too sick
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| Cuff up your chick before I make that ho my bitch
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| Serve me up some Alizé and roll a pound of hay
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| Check it, baby, wash the whip 'cause I just got some fresh new paint
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| Choppin' blades, stayin' paid, just another lovely day
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| Mackin' on these tenders, boy, I wouldn’t have it anyway
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| The way I feel about you, oh, I’m in love
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| The way I feel about you, oh, I’m in love
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| You see this playa pimpin'; |
| cold-hearted, breakin' bitches
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| I be tellin' you that I love you but I be doggin' women
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| I want your purse first, and then your ass last
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| I can see through you pussy niggas you somethin' like glass
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| My uncle told me since a jit to never trust no bitch
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| To get your paper 'cause it’s certain that hoes come with it
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| You see the Rollie on my wrist? |
| I dropped a stack for this
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| And you know it’s a function when Gorilla’s in this bitch
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| I’m in my new Jag, I’m movin' too fast
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| Bendin' the corners, swervin' up off this pill, I’m 'bout to crash
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| They sayin', «Who's that?», that must be new cap
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| Poppin' my collar, revvin' the gas, now watch the ponies prance
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| The way I feel about you, oh, I’m in love
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| The way I feel about you, oh, I’m in love |