You know one man's treasure is another man's trash (speak on it)
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And you know the man who sleeps on the floor can't fall the fuck off the
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bed Nigga
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Pop your collar to this
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It's grills mania, ya heard me
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Owww
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[Chorus]
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She's my Mammy
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She's my baby
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I love you so much
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You driving me crazy
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Wanna be down
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Jump in the car
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Rollin wit me
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I'll make you a star
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[1st Verse]
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Now she was only sixteen I had to nurture that
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Give her some growth
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Waited till I touch the cat
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Told she going have to work if she going get ahead
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Then she drove me berserk when she game me some head
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She told me that she learnt that from the porno flicks
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I said Mami stop talking
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Just suck on this dick
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I ain't say her name yet so let's say she nothing
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Now watch me turn this nothing into something
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Get it
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Mami, Get in that kitchen
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This is free base
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Just cook it till its hard then cut it in eighths
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Take the trip cross town to see True
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Just get the money don't listen
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That Nigga think he cute
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See all this money we got we going shopping
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Louis Vitton & Pucci
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We get it poppin
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We hit the club on some clico shit
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See the respect that you get from just being my bitch
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Look see 'em they sick
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They wan be in your shoes
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That's the game that I hit her wit to leave her confused
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I'm just using her for paper
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She want a man
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I'm bout to see my other bitch but
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She understands
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[Chorus - 2X]
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[2nd Verse]
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Ay Yo
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I met her at the Rucker Park
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Watchin' the stars play
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I knew she was a terror
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She was watchin' the squad play
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I knew she had her own
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She was pushin' the bubble X
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Type of eye candy that you see in the Double X
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Fat Ass, Long Hair
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Short like Nia Long
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I knew she was a victim from the start
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My G is strong
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And then she said she ain't felt this good in ten summers
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Gave me credit card and debit card with pin numbers
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I'm lookin' at receipts
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She spent G's on the kid
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I'm pushin' her V
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Even got keys to the crib
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If I needed to bag up
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I bought G's to the crib
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I got knocked - What she did
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Put up the deed to the crib
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Now she got a new gig at Chase Manhattan
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Look my niggaz is wit Ma
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Let's make it happen
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So I burst through the door bout a quarter to four
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Told every nosey bitch
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Get the fuck on the floor
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Then she opened up the bag
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And started to fill 'em all
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Making sure that she left the marked money in the drawer
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Told security if you move
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This goin' be your last night
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I'm working with this Mack ten
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You workin' with a flash light
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I'm walking backwards
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Nobody moved word to mother
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Tryin' not look - cause I don't want to blow her cover
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That's when this bitch winks and blew a kiss at me
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I don't believe this bitch took all them risks for me
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That why
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[Chorus - 2X]
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She's My Momma
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| Fat Joe |
