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I keep it fresher than the next bitchNo need, for you to ever sweat the next bitchWith speed, I make the best bitch see the exit, indeed,You gotta know your thoroughly respected by me,You get the keys to the Lexus, with no driverYou gotcha own '96 suh-in, the rideAnd keep your ass tighter than Versace that's whyYou gotta watch your friends you got to watch meThey conniving shitThe first chance to crack the bankThey try me, all they get is 50 cent franksAnd papayas, from the village to the teleTime to kill it on your belly no questionI got more black chicks between my sheets than EssenceThey say sex is a weapon, so when I shootMet your death in less than 8 secondsStill poundin' in my after lifeLaugin' my shit is tightYou who askin' right[Chorus]Ain't no nigga like the one I gotNo one can fuck you bettaSleeps around but he gives me a lotKeeps you in diamonds and leathersFriends 'ill tell me I should leave you aloneSongtexteHah hah, hah hah, hah hah, hah haTell the freaks to find a man of there own(man a they own, man a they own)Fresh to def in Moschino, coach bagLookin' half black and Filipino fakin' no jacksGot you a beeper to feel importantSurrounding your feet in Joanie Dega's and Charles JordanI keep ya dove but loveYou know these ho's be makin' me weakY'all knows how it goes 'b and so I creepIve been sinnin' since you been playin' wit Barbie and Ken inYou can't change a players game in the 9th inningThe chrome rim spinning keeps em grinnin'So I run way the fuck up in emAnd wrinkle the face like linnin'I play hard-eh till they say GodHe's keepin' it real jigga stay hardLawd don't even tripI never slip, nigga what you don't see is whatcha getWeapons concealed what the fuck y'all feelWhen you nigga play sick we can all get illWhats the deal[Chorus]Yo, ain't no stoppin' this, no liePromise to stay monogamous, I tryBut love you know these ho's be makin' me weakY'all knows how it goes B so I stay deepWhat up boo just keep me laced in the illa snakesBank rolls and shit, back rubs in the french tubsMackin' this bitch, wife niggaSo when you flip that cokeRemember them days you was dead brokeBut now your style and I raised youBasically made you into a donFlippin' weight, heroin and shitYou know my pussy is all thatThat's why I get bagets 5 carats and all thatFrom Dolce Gabana to H Vendell I'm ringin' bellsSo who the playa, I still keep you in the illest gatorsTailor made so we can lay up in the shade reminiscin'On how I fuck the best a shitSpecially when I'm flippin' BaileysDon't give a fuck about how you move with them other mamisI push da Z, eating shrimp scampi with rocks larger than lifeFuck them Reebok broads, you made it known who your wife wasI got you frontin' in Armani sweatersBefore this rap shitWhen you was in letters and bullshit berattasAnd eek classes with mo in the glassesShows in Cali wit all the flavor suede Bally'sNow all your mens' up in your benz'sHigh post, I swear you be killin' mePlayin' inside my pubic hairsI never worry bout them other chicksCause you proved who was your wizWhen you was spinnin' that bitchI took a little when you was up northYour commissary stay pilin'How you livin' large on the islandAll them collects have me vexBut when you come homeKnew I was comin' off wit half of dem checksNow we on the riseYour diamond mami wit the slanted eyesHoldin' this grip cocked the green and the shitFucks no, I see half the doughMade you into a star, pushin' hundred thousand dollar cars Aus Songtexte Mania