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| I pop up in the middle of the hot block
Make the Drop Top play hop scotch on them hoes Lil Wayne right from Kim's corner Stole a chopper wake a nigga ass up like a morning show Put me in the game and I see em callin audibles Hearts beatin fast better work on ya cardio How you want it video, audio, cardio, Body get mailed to ya gal, ill, Pussy ass nigga die slow don't yell, I put it on the streets an I bet its gon sell, What's under that floor, well it sure isn't nails Just how I make money cracker Ima make bail, I'm a libra, and my sign is a scale, And if it don't measure up, than a nigga gettin killed The smaller the car, the bigger them wheels And a nigga so hot that I give a bitch chills And if she like coke than I give the bitch hills No stilettos and pumps, 21 bumps 21 jump street if anyone jumps in Once you hit the ground that's when everyone stumps Perry ayes you weigh everyone's drunk, So its 21 jump street if anyone jumps The milli goes POW and the semi goes PAP An itty-bitty bullet will make a skinny nigga fat, Hard body baby knockin any nigga back And its money over bitches not a penny hoe scat And it be like that till that line goes flat But in the mean time, I'm in that bent no hat that's No top if you didn't know that On them chrome Sean johns Wit the cut so black ...in fact y'all can leave that be Bitch I'm ballin like I got scouts checkin for me, YEA! I'm on third base comin' home wit tha paper I got a hundred pounds comin' home from Jamaica I can't think my sprites so pink And I might be floatin' But I will not sink WEEZY |
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