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Chorus/Intro: Woman
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"So hot.. I'm burnin up" (4X)
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[J. Mega]
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Who got ya? With flows like aqua
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Mega ?? sit the imposter, bound to prosper
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Hits we got a lot-a, sippin on straight vodka, puffin chaka
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Lust to conquer, nigga, I'ma monster
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Call me Ontra for short, I'm confident
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As far as this, nice no arguments
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Rock garments, raw contents
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Its obvious, we about to cop cars from this
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Rock continents, money over margin and the consequence
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Niggas never starve again, its marvelous
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Be a heart-throb with chicks
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The drama shit, y'all niggas hate
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But I'ma do my thing, to beat fate
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Ten-room joint, leave your name at the gate
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Gold brunches at one G a plate
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Chorus
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[Greg Valentine]
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Yo; I'm on the rise like hot air
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It don't stop there, so popular I glare
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Hoes stop to stare, they volunteer
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To come out of their underwear
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For this debonair, nigga with millionaire flair
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Are you through fuckin with them lame-ass queers?
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Ya need for a true baller severe
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In my wardrobe, there's Cartier
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Pierre Cardans on my Cardigans
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Black sedans, in the summer the sports coupe
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Master plan for a brother to score loot
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Goin all out pursuit for a house on the hill
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I conjure up a thousand ways to make me a mill
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I don't give a fuck if time sits still, I keep strivin
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European cars I'm drivin
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Top of the line shit, six V-12's and better
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My people got their shit together, lets get this cheddar
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Chorus
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[J. Mega]
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B-K baby, all the way baby
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Mixin Hennesey with the Alizay baby
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G.V. baby, Larry, baby. Don't swing the air thing, gravy, baby
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For instincts, every joint gainin interest
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From the entrance, we came different
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Now every whip come with gloss, fully tinted
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Went from wishes to paid expenses
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Six digits, the way we roll tremendous
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Sip Guinness, Brooklyn dukes, no gimics
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Just vintage rap shit, beyond the limits
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Lips splendid, money comes I spend it
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You want in, dukes? I got you in a minute
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[Greg Valentine]
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Yo, yo; we some slick talkin, New Yorkin
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Quick walkin, chicks hawkin, pumpin our's in they walkmans
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Often, sex women in the loft and show them hoes whose boss
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And pussy scorchin; flossin, like fight night in Vegas
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Ice sparklin like Sammy Davis
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Some praise us, others player-hate us
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Jealous niggas, the hell with you niggas
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Chorus
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The Hot Joint (clark Kent Remix)
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