[JD]
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Yo, I'm still lookin' at the game y'know (heh heh)
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And I see that it's alot a niggas that's just frontin'
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Basically, ya nahmean?
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[Blinky Blink]
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Yo, I'm doin' 150 wildin' (uh huh)
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Headin' out to City Island
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I see this shorty with the pretty smile and (uh huh)
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Pushing a Prelude 'Hey you', diamond stud up in your navel
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Actin' like it cost nine G's (c'mon)
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A real fine queen, eyes was light green (yeah)
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And had a tattoo written in Chinese
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Only 25, spent her money wise
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Work out everyday, I could tell by her tummy size
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[Stase]
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Damn, you got some funny eyes
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[Blink]
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Yea, I blink a lot, drink a lot (mmm)
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You could catch me at the rink a lot (uh huh)
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But enough about me ma, you look amazing
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Are you Haitian?
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[Stase]
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I'm half that and half Asian, my name is Raven
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Live in New Haven (yeah)
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'Till I find the right man, my virginity I'm savin' (uh huh)
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[Blink]
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The things I was sayin', honey might be blazin'
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I took her to the Days Inn, of course
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She gave in (c'mon)
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[Stase]
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1 - No disrespect, you look nice and shit (I know)
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And I ain't really tryin' to price your shit
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(Yeah, yeah so stop)
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I'm sayin' I like that Platinum on your wrist
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But why isn't no ice in this?
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[JD]
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Same reason why, baby girl, that ain't your hair
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(No the fuck, you did not)
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You the same one rockin' your home girl's gear
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(Oh no boo, this was mine)
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In fact, why you tryin' to hate on me?
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Cuz we both frontin', basically, ya heard?
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(Basically?)
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[Loon]
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Uhh, uhh
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I be that slick thug, see me in the strip club (yea)
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With Dominican chicks, about to get my dick rubbed (uh huh)
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Shit bug, how I lay up and sip Bud
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You could front if you want, lay in puddles of thick blood (c'mon)
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Cuz I get love yeah, where ever I go
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And I'd die for my niggas, but never no hoe
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So you know that the life I lead is twice your speed
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A brown skin mami, that's the wife I need (uh huh)
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Light that weed, front, nigga might just bleed
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I might just squeeze, matter of fact I might just leave
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Cuz I don't need a hoe that drink Moet by the liter
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If you don't like me, I ain't feelin' your ass neither (ha ha)
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I need a true diva, pushin' a two-seater (yea)
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That's alright, let my wife, my crew meet her
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In other words, I need a chick off the meter
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The type that wild out when I eat her (c'mon)
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Repeat 1
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[Huddy Combs]
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Hey, yo, Huddy? In the door (heyyyy)
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Waiter, give me four (heyyyy)
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Bitches they adore (heyyyy)
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From here to Wichita (heyyyy)
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I'm a jiggy cat, baggy jeans with fitted hats (uh huh)
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Where my niggas at? At the bar, where titties at
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You know I spend dough, get in clubs with Indo
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And bet my shit blow like a block on Crenshaw
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I'm poppin' Cris', hoe (uh huh)
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While you sippin' on Cisco, I'm at the disco
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Reminiscin' on 'Frisco, and this go
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To honeys who be knowin' your name, knowin' your fame (yea)
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Know you rock a Rolley and chain
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But it don't stop, so get-it, get-it
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The Huddy hit-it, hit-it (uh huh)
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She saw my ice, she was really wit it
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She wanna settle down, be committed (yea)
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She saw the drop with the TV's in it
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Shit, I gotta pay this hoe a visit
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[Stase]
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Oh no, Boo Boo
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You won't be payin' (what)
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Anything over here except the rent (c'mon)
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Repeat 1
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Repeat 1
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[JD]
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Yeah, you know you wanna be over here
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Fake ass, yeah
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We Both Frontin'
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Mase |