| Venue after venue, I’ve been through
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| Coming to the telly, so I can bend you
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| Send you to the store, ccondoms and more
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| Jealous females, call you sluts and whores
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| Could it be my hardcore metaphor
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| Make sweat pour on the bedroom floor
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| Open up the Lex door
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| Jump on in, I’m kind of tired
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| I’m a roll blunts while you spin
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| You got your license, right? |
| Alright, no swerving
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| Hair blonde out, Madonna style like a virgin
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| Splurging, Dom P., Ro-se
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| Much foreplay, that’s my forte
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| Niggas see the ring, baguettes to death
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| She looking for a man, honey he just left
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| Violate me, he get beat to death
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| Goodfellas squeeze every shell they got left
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| Grand Marnier increase the don strength
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| Two four-fifths within my arms length
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| With a calm breath I say we gots to float
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| Throw Little Cease the keys to the boat
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| Tongue all down her throat, you know the routine
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| Got my dick large like Bruce Springsteen
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| And you mean too, eyes greenish blue
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| Got the Coogi sweater with the bubble Fubu
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| Beautiful, that’s how the night goes
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| Get out them tight clothes
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| Get in some night clothes
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| I invite those girls that smoke lye
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| Keep it real with you
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| You keep it real with I We be tight like frog’s ass
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| Have you screaming «Biggie, Biggie give me one more chance»
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| Would you ride with me? |
| (Yeah)
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| Would you lie for me? |
| (That's right)
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| Would you get high with me? |
| (For sure)
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| Would you die for me? |
| (No doubt)
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| These hoes don’t treat you like I treat you
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| Like my contacts, I can see right through
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| Don’t they know me and you is stuck like glue?
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| Queen Bitch means number one and two
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| Wifey, ya’ll ain’t got to like me Go head and act dumb, you’ll just catch a hot one
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| Ya’ll kknow where I’m from
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| Bucktown, Lay your ass down
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| You don’t wanna play around (with me)
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| Probably just mad because Frank chose me A fly cu-tie, you just a grou-pie
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| Girls call my telephone just to hang up While me and you is in the crib, laying up Oh he ain’t tell you that we live together
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| And that we gonna have a kid together
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| Whatever, me intimidated, never
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| Anything you give to him, he give it right to Kim
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| Anyway, I fuck better than you
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| Give head better than you, pussy get wetter than you
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| If I fuck another nigga, don’t mean nothing
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| B.I.G. |
| is in my heart from the start
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| Whether broke or rich, I’m a stay his bitch
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| Chicks who used to be around, where they at now?
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| (See I don’t care bout them other broads)
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| B.I.G. |
| kept it real with me, and that’s that |