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I’m not goin sit her and tell you what I’m goin do
I can just assure you of what I won’t do
Might feud wit you but I’ll get coo wit you
Even though I’m goin blew, yea past tense goin blew
We goin cruise on them 4 2’s vogues true interior girbaud blue
Definitely cold too bettin’ 50 when I roll the 5 and the deuce
So fine had to introduce seductive wit the seduction nice shape and matchin caboose.
Skip a vest I wear my life I’m my chest let it take the strife until get laid out to rest
Hit the sack relax on my back and listen to you sing on my chest.
Free me from the mess, relieve me of the stress
Keep me sane so I don’t hit the street make you have to see me in that stretch
So I gotta take it out on the pen then, make it throw up the Inc. like one of Gotti’s henchmen
Knock, Knock I’m here again way before my time so I’m here to win
You like my thug style when you hear it then, not too hype but just might be real melo wit the cheerin then
But when you hear we win celebrate wit the steaks and the flavor that’s seared right in
Get it clear number 1 option, but you can choose to op then, coed go head and cop then.
Don’t drink coffee but I got star bucks, other chicks get star struck
But you the one and only that can get me charged up
 Get me by the mall to buy it all by tomorrow and charge it up
So pardon the interrupt it’s far from me to stunt
The bars in my mouth that’s crushed broke bill gates bank and made his head bust
Because the price’ll head bust, so go head and touch
The time you require wit the sire, get it in entire, royal treatment like you part of an empire
So I can talk about it till my mouth get tired
So be about it because C’s bout and come kick it wit the Sire

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