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    No time for struggle cause we shining today, today
    Look out the window see me flying away, away
    It's a proven fact money make the world go round
    And a couple sweet words'll make your girl go down
    On the whole team cause you weren't taking care of business
    See me in a Bimmer, see you in a Civic, uh

    When I step up in the party, yes I'm letting my nuts hang
    Tryna fuck a groupie bitch right on the hood of the Mustang
    From a place where they bust things, hailing from Flushing
    Peace to blood stains, Beamer custame
    On a California king where the thug lay (that's word to me man)
    The joint longer than Mutombo finger, my features etch

    Shorty sniffin' lines like a sketch
    Tell her that I need my slippers fetched
    I need a wifey tongue longer than Kakey
    Shoot the gun right when I whistle, plus she never will snake me
    Do a split on my dick
    If I'm sick she'll even clean me if I shit in my pants
    So I'm taking her to France with me

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    Doing math like an Asian student
    I've been a truant, three language fluent
    Blueish on the Buick
    Reddish on the hue of the cheeks on my booby
    Her body smoking like a dooby
    The joint rolled like a croissant, mad butter
    Gold or brown

    If I end up in the can then who gon' hold me down?
    Probably no one
    They like it when you hot, when you not
    They tell you eat a cock off the springboard I dive into the drop
    Gold watch, like I just retired
    No socks in the loafer cause it's tacky
    At least I'm not up in Pataki's

    You catch me higher than a Shaq knee
    See me swerving side to side like Mutombo finger
    The bundle bringer, guns are subtle
    Hear them clapping like the end of the huddle
    I might be big as a bear, but nothing to cuddle
    Hop in the shuttle, land in Russia, yo

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