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Talking (Juvenile): Suga Slim Million Dollar spot
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Verse 1: Juvenile
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Wodie ask them motherfuckers how the CMB play it
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Tanqueray and Alize it, take the llello and weigh it
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735's I drive fits ta match, when I past
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Bitches ask, "Who the fuck was that?"
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Girl thats Juvenile you don't know'em he on fire
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17 inch momos black magic on his tires
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Crushed out stoned, plushed out homes, cellular phones
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And concerts in the Superdome
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Now I can pump my Beamer and play the Navigator
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Sport tailor made outfits with matchin alligators
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Visa gold, bank account on swole
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Got my million dollar destiny under control
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Millions a fantasy, Juvenile's reality
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Bitch I write my own checks bitch I pay my own salary
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You want business with me
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Boss playa ya have to be
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I'ma million dollar nigga these bithces run after me
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I got a gold and crome Beretta
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I got a 1997 Mercedes compressor
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And I can bet a - hundred G's and my pockets won't hurt
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Nigga set for life nigga puttin' in work
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(Chorus) 2x
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All kinds of cars
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Neighborhood superstar
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Feared by many and loved by broads
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Verse 2: Baby
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Neighborhood superstar
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Ridin' in these pretty cars
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Uptown niggas livin' like movie stars
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Flyin' ta tennessee chillin' with lil jimmie
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And transportin' coke back and forth to my city
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Takin' flights
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Be in Las Vegas over night
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Chillin' with Lo Jack
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Sippin' on cognac
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Goin' to casinos
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Gamblin' with the young ninos
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Loosin' 20 Gs worth of C notes
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Nigga I sold dope all my life
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Turned a hundred Gs into two million over night
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I guess cuz I'm rich
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These hoes say I'm a stuntin' bitch
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Thats why I look at all these hoes like the aint shit
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But I'm a star
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Bitch you can keep that gar
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Give me the money and a brand new car
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Livin' in eastover dealin' big balla parties
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Invitin' all the fuckin' female roovers
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Ridin' in lambruginis
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Beaches hoes and bikinis
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Me and Fresh tag teamin'
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Ridin' in convertible land roovers
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Hoes be sweatin' cuz of the mouth full of golds
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Nigga baallin' out of control
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(Chorus) 2x
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Verse 3: Mannie Fresh
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I come with TVs and VCRs in the cars
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And I pack a big dick down in tha draws
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I'm a neighborhood peppa boy
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Platinum steppa boy
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Rolls Royce of my choice not a reppa boy
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Young G
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Ridin' in a hum v
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Broads tellin' bitches tellin' hoes come see
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20 inch rims, on Yokahama slims
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Check the neck for the diamonds and the gems
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Don't nobody got mo ends than me
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Don't nobody drive a fuckin' benz like me
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I got a house in cali and a ranch in texas
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17 inches on a brand new lexus
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Picture project hoes dancin' on marble floors
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Kissin' one nigga from his head to his toes
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Who you wanna be like manny or mike
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How you gone shine dark or bright
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Cuz these hoes be wishin' to ride in a 97 expedition
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When I pass I make'em stop look and listen
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For tryin' ta follow tha big body empala
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Don't love'em don't need'em bitch sorry can't holla
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verse 4: Lil Wayne
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Now tell me what kinda
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Nigga got diamonds that'll *bling* blind ya
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I'm only 14 I'm a big tymer
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I'm sittin' on crome all week shiner
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My golds hang low
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Crystal on the flo
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I'ma flex
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Twenty thousand dollar rolex
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I got my name on a street up in every city
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And look everywhere I be I got a mirror wit me
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Look I'm feared by many loved by broads
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I'm livin' marvelous I'ma superstar (superstar)
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(Chorus) 4x
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