Uh-huh, yeah hah
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Never Sprung huh?
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Jigga, Roc-a-Fella y'all
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Never Sprung huh?
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Yeah, peep the repertoire
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Peoples, feel me on this one
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Peoples, feel this
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Never Sprung huh? Know my style
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I love bitches, thug bitches, shy bitches
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Rough bitches, don't matter you my bitches
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Gold diggers witcha eyes on my riches
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Can't Knock Your Hustle for real, exotic bitches
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I'm game tight, see it all through the platinum french
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frames with the french name in the same night
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Pull you and your tight friend
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lift your little dress like light wind, hah, then I slide right in
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You know the whole repertoire, U.S. to the U-S-S-R
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Sexin in a Lexus car
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Match wits with the best of y'all the rest of y'all
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is like vege-tables in my presence, check it
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Reminescin to nuttin you ever heard, Iceberg
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Slim baby ride rims through the suburbs
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Funds come in lump sums never ends deferred
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Get money like I'm down South Wednesday the 3rd, it's on
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*chorus*
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Dough to get, more shows to rip
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I suggest you all roll with the click, who you wit
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Frozen wrists and it's flows that's sick
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More O's than you know exist, bitch who you wit
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Can't scheme on em, Roc-a-Fella got a team on em
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Chicks dream on him trick cream on him
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Lose it when dudes think it's just music
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Lean on em flash green on em and diamond rings on em
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Sex around the way girls down to mida's
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I'm somethin every girl gotta have like Levi's
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Chiquita, me got more, see I brawl
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You can love me or hate me, either or
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I'ma stay winnin, rock the custom drop Bentleys
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Never eat at Denny's and party like Lil Penny
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can he live? Trick or main chick but if she leave
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just as quick, indian give, ha-hah
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Now what I look like? Givin a chick half my trap
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like she wrote half my raps, yeah, I'm havin that
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you be the same chick when you leave me
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the bankbook and the credit cards and take everything you came wit*chorus*
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*chorus*
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Here's somethin niggaz gon find, not at all funny
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We takin all ya bitches, takin all ya money
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Jay-Z rated A.G. baby that's All Good
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I sink this ball in your hole, I'm Tiger Woods
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If the money was the grass and your ass was tee
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when I hit it with this club love you comin with me
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Grip you right up under your ass, put your back on the wall
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Kinda tipsy, seein triple, so I'm fuckin ya all
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You remind me of this dream I had the night before
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I'm kinda hopin the condom break to have a reason to go raw
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I'm playin, hit the showers, hit the money spot
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Where all the models play and big money is dropped
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Drop the top, let her feel the moonlight it entranced her
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She jumped all in my seat like some private dancer
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I tell you somethin new, if you don't hop down off that
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butter soft shit with your shoes, I'ma step on the gas
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She laughed, put her ass back in the proper place
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She said, 'I played my cards right and look I got the ace'
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I told her *beatboxes* 'Slow down baby'
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You dealin with a baller, who, hold ground crazy it's on
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*chorus* (repeat 4X)
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Beyatch! Fucka
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Jigga, nine-seven shit, next millenia
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Recognize, realize, it's on
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Roc the block y'all
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Laugh
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It's on
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Who You Wit II
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| Jay-Z |
