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She said meet me out in Paris Imma cop the ticket if you dare me Got a lot of bitches they can share me Let them ride the wave and it's fare free Black boy and I'm happy look I'm carefree I asked her where her spot she said there it be Go deep in that pussy like it's therapy Had to slow it down oh now she scaring me 44 in my pocket it's a boner This ain't registered to me no it's a loner I just got a money printer need some toner I can't fuck lil shawty twice unless I clone her On me Know in front of all my zeros is a 3 We ain't aiming for ya head we hit ya knee I need you breathing just to ask you for the key 44 in my pocket it's a note Niggas copy so I break you off a quote Liberace going crazy with the keys Getting cocky I'm the greatest you have seen Shawty told me bird and Eddie dream team It's the future thc it's green lean And I'm balanced I can stand on 3 beams I'm in Philly so I'm keeping it a bean 44 in my pocket it's a boner It's a note It's the dope Get a dose Big chopper make him cha cha She threw that pussy at me like a chancla Said don't spend time on these lames she said bye bye Birdie he that nigga he a fly guy I been offing chickens call me baby Popeye I got aim even if I use a side eye Wit the gang yeah we do that on the daily Album 26 I feel like I'm Jay Z Thick shawty out in Texas what's up Haylie I was gone work with all you rappers but you hate me I took shawty on a date but she don't date me I been feeling like a legend how you rate me? Issa 10 I accept dollars euros and yen I got bar but plural I win I didn't even get up in the studio This a play that I been making off the phone Getting stronger I must say I'm in my zone Shawty that is not the glocky it's a bone You know I like a hard intro Me and Juanny smoking papers on the porch all summer Saw lil mami on my board she still give me a hummer My accountant getting ready cause the birdie doing numbers And you know I spit that crack bitch my daddy was a plumber Think lil shawty is a spy I only see her under covers and the birdie getting fly so bet the over not the under Am I Hova do I wonder I'm a bowler to a strike And I'm rolling through at night And you know I roll it right It's 11 on that dice Then a seven man I'm nice Through the hair like I'm a lice I'm a serpent to the mice All the other tapes were free So I had to up my price And I only smoke OG From the coast is where I light I'm recording with my left So I gotta spit it right I'm not Jordan but I'm Mike Red Jacket every night On the phone or we can Skype
Writer(s): Camron Craig Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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