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Hey baby your hips is getting big
Now you're getting thin you don't care about your wig
Now Woolie Willie got a pair of my sneakers
Wonder where he got 'em 'cause I hid 'em behind my speakers

The object of your affection is the tree-top connection
Where basically you love to smoke the wools
The crackheads and crack men they come up to my door
I don't smoke jums so what they knocking for

Kids love to feel on you, feds got a seal on you
Street time is limited to days
On your crack card you're getting only A's and C's for come back
Damn it's a shame you're the mighty queen of vials
With a wide-eyed look and a rotten-toothed smile
Used to walk with a swagger
Now you simply stagger
From one spot on to the next spot on to the next spot on to the next

Bitch get a job
From me you won't rob
'Cause I'll smack you with a hose filled with sand
Now give that to the crack man
You was fly once now you're losing all your fronts
Started off light on the tip of woolie blunts
But now you get a a stripe, graduated to the pipe

Took a long pull, hype
Yeah, head crack head crack
You smoked up that stack in a minute you was back
(Hey yo X, wasn't that your girl?)
Yeah I had to drop her

'Cause she caught on the plastic and I just couldn't stop her

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What I am is what I am

What I am is what I am

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I knew this girl named Tropicana
She's always juicing
Producing cash for my sexual task
She loves men that trick like Halloween and treat
You ain't paid then your grade is incomplete
You've got to flash dollars, to prove her
And when you do she sucks it up like a Hoover

Taking all your papes like inhalation of vapes
Her nasal passage is filled with money, and it's massive
(What I am is what I am)
Well, what you are is a stunt, man

You're on a hunt and your plan is to take all you can
From my man and scram
I've seen your kind before you're not original
Just a sick mixed up individual

Giving up the crotch for a fresh gold watch
Marking off the goods you got going up another notch
Your ways and actions are like those of a savage
If the price is right, then anyone can ravage

Even Monty Hall can have himself a ball if his assets are in order
What's really scary is you're somebody's daughter
So don't come around trying to make a profit
At the expense of another man, stop it

'Cause you see you're a freak show of the town
Know what I think you ought to do is

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Slow down (What I am is what I am)
Slow down (What I am is what I am)
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As the jewels jingle from the hot young and single little stunt
A forty and a blunt, that's all she really wants
But she'll spend your papes and she'll use up all your plastic
And if you swing an ep you'd better wear a prophylactic
'Cause things are getting drastic
Slide up in the wrong one you'll end up in a casket
(Slow down)
Sister, there's no need in speeding
She was doing lays before she started meeting
What makes a bitch want to act in this fashion?
Pulled more stunts than my man Action Jackson
A real gold winner just like Bruce Jenner
Lay the bitch on the bed and then you run right in her
Puba makes no mistakes
She said "Rock me tonight (for old time's sake)"
Picture that
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You little hooker
Honey got a problem with the bends
Meaning she likes to bend over, and then she spreads the skins
The hoe is just hoe and that's without no controversy
She can make the bedsprings sing a song of mercy
Come on toots you can take a thousand douche
Scrub that ass and I'll still pass
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You're living foul
(Slow down)

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Now see it ain't no reason for you to be out here skeezin'
'Cause it's not the season
So if you want to live foul and be a dumb diddy dumb dumb bitch
Well go ahead (Slo-slow down)
You're living foul (What I am is what I am, slow down)
(What I am is what I am, slow-slow down...)
I'd like to give a special shout to my DJ Alamo on the help out
Right by my side

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Credits
Writer(s): Kenneth Neil Withrow, Brandon Aly, John Bradley Houser, Maxwell Dixon, Edie Arlisa Brickell, Derek Murphy, John Walter Bush, Jamar Dechalus
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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