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Swizzie what up nigga We ain’t do this in a minute, let’s have a little fun nigga cmon It’s the kid that be ducking all the award shows (yup) For the Oscars I might go in my wardrobe I been looking, a lot y’all getting floor close Me I got a crib that’s just foreclosed Got room of sneakers what I want is just some fellas to bare from his old watch The kitchen is ch-ch-chinchillas I mean I could go on about the car notes and the villas And the girls and the cars or how I grew up with the killas If you with I’m with it (with it) Let’s get it let’s get it (get it) I don’t pump fake baby I spin on my pivot Looking at some exquisite, I don’t just talk it I live it You could do the shofar or ride with the hawk in the civic you choose She a stewardess talking to me fly Saying she just back from Jamaica and Dubai I’m like you basic and you dry Your makeup say Devry And don’t fool yourself, you’re just a waitress in the sky Let’s talk about it (yea) You gon ask me you need a refill or, put your chair away Letras de cancionesPlease, put on your seatbelt Whole time she smiling she just staring at my retail Gave the girl my email, here go the details He took her on vacation (huh?), I took her to my mothers house He went to the Bahamas (Bahamas?), I hit it on my mothers couch Brought her friend with her, watch em eat each other out The way I fucked her face man she gon need another mouth huh For life trenches y’all Yea I’m from the trenches y’all Right off of Lennox y’all You know I had to mention y’all Got a different agenda y’all From ’91 to ’96 I was on the benches y’all was crack inside the tennis ball Shit I broke day, served nights Dirt bikes we was up and down the turnpike Word life with 3 niggas on they 3rd strike I’m Mike Tyson, no I did them birds right Y’all better be real, meetings in Beverly Hills Looking 9 months me and Murda at 70 mil (yup) Is what it is I never cared how you felt or feel (nope) I’m so ill, I give myself the chills (brr) On a evening with Jerry Mozima (yup), Rony Fee, Josh Apparel all said I’m a winner, thanks But I know this I’m ready for dinner I get it some of the winter forgot I help you remember I sold liquor, sold cologne, sold more clothes (I did) Sold records, sold crack, I sold dog hoes (what else?) Sold horsepower, now I’m doing sport shows Outside the sports bar, V stay in sports mode, huh Different leader, same habits I know I’m what you want but you can’t have it (nah) You got bad habits, me I’m a bank magnet And the coupe roof missing like Frank Mathis From Letras Mania