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Yeah. It's always a treat when players meet. You know what I mean? Joe. It's the triple threat. Bomb to DC to Houston, Texas. Player shit. She heard my voice and now the Coochie wet. Big arrest. I might smoke 'em if I'm gettin' lit. Ninety-six. Same color as the drink I sip. Vegas strip. We make money when we take a Trip. Bellagio. Or you might catch me stayin' at The Wynn. Adios. I hit for ten and then I break her Friends. She don't hoe, but if she with me, Then she kickin' in. Sold the Benz, but I'll Be back if I want it again. I want a new 'Lac, the eighty-six with some Chrome rims. Pull up on Bunny, LES, Like, "What's happenin'?" Never won a Grammy, On the blade, I went platinum. A real P. Stomped down, I need a real Fee. No squares in my circle, shit, that wouldn't Match my Rollie. Worldwide, that could only be worthy. The AP stop when I don't wear it, but It's workin'. Yeah. What's up, mami? That's a fresh one-piece. Uh-huh. I like it emphasizing on them tight butt Cheeks. All right. I'm lovin' that you're grindin' Through the night like me. Yeah. My leather all recline, I keep my life On P. All right, all right. So what's up? Is you choosin' or what? Yes, I guarantee I'm comin' through in the clutch. Yes, apparently I keep a few in the cut. Uh. While I'm pimpin' you out, I be pickin' 'em up. Bitch, I ain't with the nonsense. Real blade dealer, papers all on my conscience. Real made nigga courtesy of the chess. Courtesy You better roll with me, I'm guaranteein' a Bust. They hate 'cause we're up. Yeah. They hate 'cause we're fresh. Uh. They hate 'cause in my heart it's double G on my chest. All My shit hit like the MAC or the TEC. Yeah. Check The mack in his back. Uh-huh. I came to collect. Ridin' close to Heaven, I'ma pull back the rag. Threw some candy on the bitch, you can't color Me bad. Make me happy seein' sucker niggas goin' Out sad. Cut that thinkin' we alike because you Got what I had. Yeah, I'm talkin' like they It, but you ain't never been tagged. Caddy throwin' up the trunks, swear it's bangin' the Flag. And I ain't talkin' editorial when fillin' the Mag. I am bringin' up the streams, but the Funds never lag. Third Coast eighty-fours, West Coast Hondas. It don't matter what you rep as long as Boys keep skatin'. Know if you keep gettin' paper, Then them boys keep hatin'. You better learn to stay patient 'fore you end Up a patient. I done seen 'em all capin', Always savin' a bitch. Wanna keep up with the Jones, I'ma stay gettin' Rich. Got a lot that niggas owe, too much Favors and shit. Hoes love a nigga taste, Too much flavor in this. Got the crib up in the sky, ain't no Neighbor to trip. Monster truck sittin' high, Ain't no scrapin' the lip. She ain't 'posed to be with me, ain't no Takin' a pic. Plenty options every day, Guess I'm takin' a pick. Yeah.