[Verse 1 - Jim Jones] Louie belts with the guns still tucked in em, whats up New cars, bad bitches gettin fucked in em, nasty My Billie Jeans got 30 thousand bucks in em,im loaded Hes a get money nyggafuck with em Til the FEDs come after us, Vampire life, true blood.Dracula, I double park cars and back traffic up, You can hear the fly b-tches say He actin up! Yeah bytch, I always stay actin up, Ill have you and you girlfriend both lappin up, listen And then she dropped it like its hot and tried to back it up, I fukked her brains out and then I told her Ill get back at her, We drank Rose til we laughed it up, Treat b-tches like Ferrarisgas em up, She was wearin pumps, headed to the Trump, Ridin shotti in the Mazi dropped the top UHHHH!
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[Verse 2 - Camron] The Astonhad to rag it out, paper plate tag it out, Bottle after bottle, Vado wit me and Snagz is out, So the cash is out, you know what that about, I need you ATM ma.A$s To Mouth, Then MTA.Mouth To A$s, The handcuffs on you.Alcatraz, So run with the kid, its coke in the house, guns in the crib, One to your lid, under a bridge, And my dudes fukkin with me!, And forget what you heard, get you a bird, and hit up the curb, I lit up the herb, Im sick wit the words, Man, who fukkin wit me?!, Ima treat em like Cool C and my man Steady B, Bum, Diddily, Diddily yeah I sell Heavy D!
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[Verse 3 - Juelz Santana] Catch me drivin the Phantom like its a sports car, 2 door, drop head, top less, sports bra, Red bone passenger and she aint got on no bra, No panties.freaky.nasty.porn star, I be at the club ballin.All-Star, Wit more bottles at my table than a Sports Bar, It look like we at a Champagne Campaign, We do the damn thang and you wont do a damn thang!, 2 steppin, bytch I got my new Airs on, I been fly since a baby.I was Air Borne, Lookin at me is like lookin at a Lear fly, Im so fly Im bout start my own airline!
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Copy to Clipboard: [Verse 1 - Jim Jones] Louie belts with the guns still tucked in em, whats up New cars, bad bitches gettin fucked in em, nasty My Billie Jeans got 30 thousand bucks in em,im loaded Hes a get money nyggafuck with em Til the FEDs come after us, Vampire life, true blood.Dracula, I double park cars and back traffic up, You can hear the fly b-tches say He actin up! Yeah bytch, I always stay actin up, Ill have you and you girlfriend both lappin up, listen And then she dropped it like its hot and tried to back it up, I fukked her brains out and then I told her Ill get back at her, We drank Rose til we laughed it up, Treat b-tches like Ferrarisgas em up, She was wearin pumps, headed to the Trump, Ridin shotti in the Mazi dropped the top UHHHH!
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 - Camron] The Astonhad to rag it out, paper plate tag it out, Bottle after bottle, Vado wit me and Snagz is out, So the cash is out, you know what that about, I need you ATM ma.A$s To Mouth, Then MTA.Mouth To A$s, The handcuffs on you.Alcatraz, So run with the kid, its coke in the house, guns in the crib, One to your lid, under a bridge, And my dudes fukkin with me!, And forget what you heard, get you a bird, and hit up the curb, I lit up the herb, Im sick wit the words, Man, who fukkin wit me?!, Ima treat em like Cool C and my man Steady B, Bum, Diddily, Diddily yeah I sell Heavy D!
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Juelz Santana] Catch me drivin the Phantom like its a sports car, 2 door, drop head, top less, sports bra, Red bone passenger and she aint got on no bra, No panties.freaky.nasty.porn star, I be at the club ballin.All-Star, Wit more bottles at my table than a Sports Bar, It look like we at a Champagne Campaign, We do the damn thang and you wont do a damn thang!, 2 steppin, bytch I got my new Airs on, I been fly since a baby.I was Air Borne, Lookin at me is like lookin at a Lear fly, Im so fly Im bout start my own airline!
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