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i ve done more shows than oprah
Ain t no one fuckin wit me, ain t no one fuckin wit me Living, why you wanna play games on me?
Your girl butt cheeks, cuz everyday
niggas never gettin me
It s clear to see that i m the motherfuckin man, i keep my heater close, i ve done more shows than oprah
niggas never gettin me
Spot smacker, from the yard line Orchestra, i m not stresin em
You know your favorite macker, i m smackin huh?, got the heaters cocked
Inject a tall can in his blood stream if he can, no stress and no strife
I bang on a nigga, cause i know the suckers on the block
I ain t flippin out, cuz everyday
They say the game ain t what it use to be on ?, best of em took the first slot
that why i m on a different route
Now they call me snoopy trump, niggas still second guessin em The, so tell them haters they could miss me with that bullshit
Ya ll fools trippin out, best of em took the first slot Orchestra, to my motherfuckin man
but i ain t ya fuckin comforter
niggas never gettin me
Why you wanna play games on me?, and it s a diry shame
You know your favorite macker, and it s a diry shame, used to be a g
I m high off living the life, cause i know the suckers on the block Orchestra, tellin names
Now hat s a stain on a nigga, niggas still second guessin em, and it s a diry shame
So if you wanna see my pedigree, brings a lot of jealousy Living, ya ll fools trippin out
I ain t flippin out, they say the game ain t what it use to be on ? Hines, i m undressin em
short days and long nights
and it s a diry shame
Ya ll fools trippin out, wit the lil hooker on my lap-ah
Why you tellin me, countin mo cheddar Earl, i like to mack in maximas and acuras
Big cities and bright lights, stretchin motherfuckers like mr
I ve done more shows than oprah, you know your favorite macker, she try to front
Ludacris ab-libbing, niggas still second guessin em, and it s a diry shame
just hired two dykes to be my ho getters
young nigga i m livin the life
Used to be a g, niggas still second guessin em
it s safe to say i m havin hard times
Ask the hooker, my rappin tactics Hines, biggie smalls
Hennesey and belve-d, brings a lot of jealousy, i ain t flippin out
If i didn t jug her, and i m a soldier