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Yeah Bring it back and go on, get it Lo pro and all city Grease from the elbows wit' it Say it wit' ya chest, no, feel it Gotta milk both hands on titty Cambodian on Diddy Land with a plan all ready Bring it back and go on get it Grease from the elbows wit' it Grease from the elbows wit' it Grease from the elbows wit' it Grease from the elbows wit' it This ain't as seen on TV We break necks and break backbones Goes for e'ryone I broke bread and e'ry paper chaser I know Gotta keep play set on TV, halftime's hell, baby gon' throw Fool thinks I ever run a black QB, to my body goes [?] You are not the [?] empire We toast high like kanpai Sometimes, [?] rolls on top Shit, time fly quick like gunfire This the return, the return of (the mack) How many broke days does it take for your old ways to (vanish) SongtexteSkinny like a owl with a tootsie Skinny like chicken noodle soup when I had to cook While momma servin' up my 'tussin Plus I make love to the money When I pull it out, leave the bank smellin' like the D'usse Not a dream scene, optically That's him, black van, white sand In a tropical tee Day and night and bring it back Yeah, go on, get it Lo pro and all city Grease from the elbows wit' it Say it wit' ya chest, no, feel it Gotta milk both hands on titty Cambodian on Diddy Land with a plan all ready Bring it back and go on get it Grease from the elbows wit' it Grease from the elbows wit' it Grease from the elbows wit' it Grease from the elbows wit' it Grease from the elbows wit' it Say it wit' ya chest, no, feel it Land with a plan all ready Bring it back and go on get it (Grease from the elbows wit' it) Back on my bullshit, really Quint, east coast, gon' pop it wit' me Had she been that nigga, she probably'd twist it Shinin' before I was gold, grinnin' Nothin' like head, shit cold headed Bring it back into the black wit' me Like I'm all tryna shop with my nigga Look ma, no hand, fuck you sayin'? Sendin' back some grand sense of stat Tryin' to change all that and send some rack When we lean, we toast like mack Gotta glow [?] boy, hold 'em back For the cheese, mozzarellas, all that Get a can, fat queen, fat crown That bullet in, mind, killin' my thoughts Yeah that thought, child We too cheap, meat [?] I need grits, on the side All of this pain, keep it so plain Let it all, let it all Say it wit' ya chest, boy, let it all Used to slide with the demons that be headed off Still ride for my niggas, sayin', bless us all Still ride for my niggas Yeah, go on, get it Lo pro and all city Grease from the elbows wit' it Say it wit' ya chest, no, feel it Gotta milk both hands on titty Cambodian on Diddy Land with a plan all ready Bring it back and go on get it Grease from the elbows wit' it Grease from the elbows wit' it Grease from the elbows wit' it Grease from the elbows wit' it Grease from the elbows wit' it Grease from the elbows wit' it Grease from the elbows wit' it Grease from the elbows wit' it Say it wit' ya chest, no, feel it Hello? Yeah What took so long? Do I need to tell somebody I'm gonna call HOT97? What's happening? That's pretty good, that's pretty good, that's funny. Have a laugh, you know, that's good. I like, I like when black women are havin' a good time and I can contribute to that Yo, you ever heard of, you ever heard of Quelle Chris? No, that's some old made up nonsense Okay man, you're, you're behind the times Aus Songtexte Mania