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I'ma wrap this nigga up, like it's Taco Bell
Bitch, we got them shells
Every time this nigga talk, it's a fairytale
It's fifty in this right pocket, you can see it through your eye socket
This money, I can't knock it
We taking off, like a rocket
Uh, what it do though
Fucked around, and lossed a chick, and got a few more
You know and she know, these niggas hate to see me glow
Still a rookie in this shit, you would've thought I was a pro
All these fake ass promoters steady putting on a show
She thinking she the high, but she really on the low
Just love me while I'm here, don't love me when I go
Whole on
I had to pour one more
Acting like a ghost, they gone love to see you float
Taking all these kodaks just let me drive the boat
Real g's move in silence, they don't even tiptoe
Mane, let me go
Paint the vivid picture, you can call me Van Gogh
Working with the greats, looking like I'm Erik Snow
Pole real long, shid, I made her limbo
Punch it, and knocked it out, you can call me Kimbo
And, It's like that
It's nothing else to say



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Writer(s): Robert Grimes
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