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If peter piper pecked em, I betcha biggie bust emHe probably tried to fuck him, I told him not to trust himLyrically, I dust em, off like PledgeHit hard like sledge-hammers, bitch with that platinum grammerI am a diamond cluster hustlerQueen bitch, supreme bitchKill a nigga for my nigga by any means bitch Murder scene bitchClean bitch, disease free bitchCheck it, I write a rhyme, melt in your mouth like M&M'sRoll with the M.A.F.I.A. remember them?Tell em when I used to mess with gentlemenStraight up aposttles, now strictly niggaz that jostleKill a nigga for the figure, how you figure?Your cheddar would be better, Beretta inside of BerettaNobody do it betterBet I wet cha like hurricanes and typhoonsGot buffoons eatin my pussy while I watch cartoonsSeat the loon, this rap Pam Grier's hereBaby drinkers beware, mostly Dolce wearFrank kill niggaz lives for one point fiveWhile you struggle and strive we pick which Benz to driveThe M.A.F.I.A. you wanna be emMost of y'all niggaz can't eat without per diemI'm rich, I'ma stay that bitchSongtexteUhh, who you lovin who you wanna be hugginRoll with niggaz that be thuggin, bugginIn the tunnel in Eso'sSippin espresso, Cappuchino wit NinoOn a mission for the lucci crenoI used to wear Moscino, but every bitch got itNow I rock colorful minks because my pockets stay knottedSee-note after see-note, Frank Bo hold fifteen plus the catererYou think you greater, uh(You niggaz got some audacityYou sold a million now you half of meGet off my dick, kick it bitch)Check my pitch, or send it personaAnd I'll still stick your moms for her stocks and bondsI got that bomb ass cock, a good ass shotWith hardcore flows to keep a nigga dick rockSippin Ziffendales, up in ChippendalesShop in Bloomingdales for Prada bagsFemale Don Dada has no broblems spittin cream with my teamShit's straight like nine fifteen, why'nahmean?Cruise the diamond district with my biscuitFlossin my rolex rich Shit, I'm rich, I'ma stay that bitch Aus Songtexte Mania