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Rollin' bentley thinkin' it look like candy boy I'm On the creek. Just some foolie claimin' to ride Solo, nuttin' but a bad deed. Nigga like Big L, like damn this nigga elite. That's why I never fake it, dope boy good Or thug or player. Hater with the glare, I can't tell. All these niggas like tough or tough. Take 'em home and slam they tone down, Slam they ride and take 'em for bucks. Y'all are good, I feel cut. I don't look for the thug. Street, I keep it by my load. So when she the player, I love how she Hit. Oh, Hit, Hit, Hit, oh, oh. Hit, hit, hit it. Rollin' bentley thinkin' it look like candy boy I'm On the creek. Just some foolie claimin' to ride Solo, nuttin' but a bad deed. Nigga like Big L, like damn this nigga elite. That's why I never fake it, dope boy good Or thug or player. Hater with the hit. Oh, oh. Hit, Hit It