(Nikky)
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I use to slither like a snake
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Forget the chit chatter it really didn¡¯t matter if the other bitch was badder
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I climb it like a ladder she¡¯s feenin like a clucka
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The homies in the motion make it hard for a sucka
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Cause I blow blueberry that¡¯s something I can carry till I met this fine bitch her name was Tina Terry
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She hit me like a rave like she hit the stage
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She looked me in my eyes and said I can get you paid
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Im the Motorola I told the dime on the rise
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I¡¯ll give you half the chance; if you could see it in my eyes
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But don¡¯t be a buster gotta kill the structure we get a little chedda man from
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Any cat that touch her
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She said she was game and knew I had game
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But even with game girl you gotta use your brain
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Man this is necessary on the contrary my 5¡¯9 fine dime yeah Tina Terry
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These Cats be lookin hard These Hoes Be lookin hard because they know
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She got a stylin body made from God
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I put her in the Lac im tryin to make a stack
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Man cats be sayin Andre Nikky how you bust that
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I pull down my hat it aint no surprise I cover up my eyes but im not tryin to hide Man you¡¯ll realize you can test it by the bitch
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Especially when the chicken sayin ¡°Baby take this¡±
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In a real way
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(Equipto)
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Now listen,
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The homies told me you was open season on a renegade night toleratin so keep game she workin that blade up and cursin this game up she aint claimin your name I aint servin you papers
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I old school Cuddie gotsa know I just rocked the show knocked it like a door
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From day you was curtains you callin my number. (Hello)¡¦6 foota down south baby all through the summer me and you gotta show me that she really was down we hit the map all tracks every city and town
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And to that pay you know the games way out give me the loot and ima swoop you from grey hound face down
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Gotta know that a hoe gonna get it Let her know every thang copasetic
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Blazed up a black put her down a sac my homie asked me EQ where you knock that I pulled out a row and you know she lost control of everything a half a thizz, back wood and the Hennessey
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Now I got her outta body and mind but this real thang I aint talkin Bonny and Clyde
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(Shag Nasty)
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Don¡¯t chall know you fuckin wit a real mac that aint goin for nothin but bringing all the scratch back outta cash man your boy will snatch a peezay since she comin delinquent wit bringin all the scratch back Im known to comin and go im on the hunt for another hoe my Lincoln Navigator is a Navi-Hoe I¡¯ll mac a hoe so hard they call me knock-a-meechie tell them broads to have they money right before they come and see me
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Like my home girl Tina she was more than a misdemeanor when it comes to Tina she¡¯s a pipe cleaner people ask me where I meet the hoe when me and Queezy was chillin at a hicky show she whispered in my ear shag you ready to go pointed toward the Bentley and flashed some doe I looked at that as said Girl foe sho told my home boys gotta hoe gotta go
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Tina Terry
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Andre Nickatina |