![]() ![]() So we can steam on the way to the telly go fill my bellyĪ t-bone steak, cheese eggs and Welch's grapeĬonversate for a few, 'cause in a few, we gon' do Pull the truck up, front, and roll up the next blunt Plans to leave, throw the keys to 'Lil Cease You gon' be here for a while, I'm gon' go call my crew ![]() Things to make you smile, what numbers to dial Soon as he buy that wine I just creep up from behindĪnd ask what your interests are, who you be with Who they attractin' with that line, "What's your name, what's your sign?" ![]() Most of these niggas think they be mackin', but they be actin' That should be havin' my baby (uh), baby (uh) Ya got a gun up in your waist, please don't shoot up the place (why?) To the honies gettin' money playin' niggas like dummies Throw your hands in the air, if you's a true player No need to be greedy I got mad friends with Benz'sĬ-notes by the layers, true fuckin' players (uh) Now check it, I got more Mack than Craig and in the bedīelieve me sweetie I got enough to feed the needy Why blow up my spot 'cause we both got hot? Sleep with, keep the ep a secret, why not Mad question askin', blunt passin', music blastin'īecause one of these honies Biggie gots ta creep with The back of the club, mackin' hoes, my crew's behind me (uh) The back of the club, sippin' Moet, is where you'll find me (what?) Who rock grooves and make moves with all the mommies To all the ladies in the place with style and graceĪllow me to lace these lyrical douches, in your bushes (uh) ![]()
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