*featuring Rufus Blaq
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Just show a little flesh
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Let me see a little flesh (mami, mami)
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Just show a little flesh
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Let me see a little flesh (mami, mami)
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Just show a little flesh
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Let me see a little flesh
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[Rome Rap 1:]
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I뭢 so hood and I cant change
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Rip blocks from Venice
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All the way to Fullton to Saint James
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LA to BK
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Young Rome and I뭢 serious
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Born hustler more clever then my nemesis
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Pop bottles like I뭢 Michael Jordon in the 90뭩
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Six ring all I do is big things
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Fall sickin
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My taste
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Big ass, small waist
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Flawless face
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Really don뭪 matter the race
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Cause we all black as soon as the lights go out
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If the head good I might show out
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If its right I뭢 tight like a feen
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When dis pipe blow out
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The fifth ward
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Let a psycho out
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Young Rome like a redneck with his rifle out
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What뭩 that glow, mami ice no doubt
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Rhinestone never
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We have conference calls with Jacob
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Been like this ever since I got my cake up
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Pick up the dirt off the concrete and shake up
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Been caring my timbs since B2K break up
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I뭢 like Patton with no Shaq, Kobe the mailman
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One word that don뭪 compete in my brains is failing man
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[Chorus]
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Mami show a little flesh,let me see you ma
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Put a little Cris on tits, rub it in ya ma
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Let your boyfriend go he뭩 a chi-chi man
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Put a little Cris on tits, rub it in ya ma
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[Rome Rap 2:]
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We bag more then broads
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We bag cities
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You can have those hood rats with those t-bag tities
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Rome gotta like him I뭢 slappin these dudes silly
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Rip the nerve out your body that don뭪 feel me
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I rock the party like Bizzy B in his prime
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I뭢 cool as an AC I뭢 not Busta Rhymes
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No disrespect but I뭢 smooth as a Jazz artist
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But live as the Roots
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Homey I뭢 beyond the hottest
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I뭢 not a star
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I뭢 the sun
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Not #2
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I am the 1
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I am not a rose
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I am the gun
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And I spit for the half niggas sleep on cots
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Started from nothing
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Dreaming of boats and yachts
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Man I use to dream a lot but then I stop sleepin
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Got on my grizzle and kept bizzy
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Got my mind right, money right
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Never tricked
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Chicks mad cause i뭢 tight
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Cheap as a birds language
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I aint the one mami
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[Chorus]
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Mami show a little flesh,let me see you ma
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Put a little Cris on tits, rub it in ya ma
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Let your boyfriend go he뭩 a chi-chi man
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Put a little Cris on tits, rub it in ya ma
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[Rufus Blaq Rap:]
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Man I done seen it all
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Niggas clapped up over brick shoot outs
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With po-po, pepper stray, bully sticks
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Broads impressed with this willy shit
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Think willy뭩 a trick?
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Have Diddy sippin on Cris on some silly shit
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I don뭪 drink from yellow bottles
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I like my liquor brown as Judge Joe
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Hold a grudge no
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I erase enemy뭩 like Bubba fat
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Take stars to ball
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Clap like the grammy awards
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Down hits, seven up
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Spit hit, seven up
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Missed seven enough
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Shredem up
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Setem up, wetem up
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Shock wont letem up
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Hittem twice more cause he aint dead enough
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Call me iron man
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Think I뭢 sexy now
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You should see me in my boxer
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You think my flow is obnoxious
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I got old donuts in my refrigerator
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Harder then you
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You niggas know how we do
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What bitch!!!
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[Repeat Chorus]
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Clap
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| Young Rome |
