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The booty in that muhfucka cuh On God, you had a target on 'em, nigga That's blue club, nigga Straight up, big booties in the produce aisle On God, line two Met a freaky lil' dish at the Slauson swap She a artist with the tongue, mm, Jaw-squiat I was flea market up, that cost a lot Got a St. Louis, chickenhead, was top I'm a sucker for cornrows and natural afros Your bitch a bird, sink, bath, she pigeon-toed Your bitch a bird, no salmonella on the pole Try to get to lickin', I'm electric, she cha-cha slide on me Ejecto seato, no for Smino, let her for my homie Icon my nigga, no tuxedo, my air force one on me Bitch, I stay puffy like a Cheeto, God took his time on me Twenty bitches in the lobby, guess that's where I be I be smokin' on dry weed, got me wakin' up late all groggy I need some real thick like Ashanti, later roun' I'll bill up, no Chauncey, huh Or Sevyn Streeter, I take seventy streets to eat her I'm not a big repeater My name ain't Peter, but let me now if you see her Only kids, I don't hang with the chi-chi-chi I done pissed off the gang 'bout the shit, shit, shit SongtexteQuick to cut a nigga off like a sink (Nigga I'm havin' so much fun in this motherfucker right now) Gettin' cabbage, and all my bitches nasty (My bitches nasty) I'm higher than your fashion (Dior) And if they ask, I'm taxin' You're broke, tragic, nigga, that's tragic Tragic, tragic, tragic, haha You know me Young nigga just tapped in like a tap dance We do this shit easy, man We do this shit every day, any day, man Listen, this is fun bruh, at this point Man, I hope y'all motherfuckers enjoy y'all self You know what I'm sayin'? Hope y'all got your goddamn popcorn, Kool-Aid Barbecue wings, whatever the fuck y'all do Hope my niggas got something' rolled My shawties got them a little wood or whatever, yeah She already decided It's above me know Videos, homie, videos? DVD, CDs, Master P, Charlie's Angels Let's go, let's go, let's go Aus Songtexte Mania