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I'm the boss of the My is to go get it You getting money in the city, I make yo business my I got on the doe I it Dennis the Menace You goin get greet with a smile, and get straight to the dentist Put them coats on the I call it quenchin the thirst Pop my car in your driveway, you'll think I ya desert Think I up some fruit the way the orange is burnt I'm talking bout my Excursion my rims already turnt That means I got miles on it just call me when y'all it I turn on Navigation then enter in my opponent Sound that old Koopa, but look how that boy thrown it mean it already throwed if you see that I'm on it Look at the lot I own it, and that I bury ya Got a coffin delivery let me my carrier And I even heard of ya, my paper is thirtier A room looking striaght outta Gallery Furniture I murder a murderer I don't worry with worriers I get further and ya plus my whip look perverted, huh Top taking off with that naked inserted her Sexy frame on the fender, try'na get my doe like a Believe that I hurt you, you know the Beamer is The TV screens in the Beamer goin hit the scene like Urkel You gots to keep on but I'm a keep on ballin' The groupies like bill collectors cause they just keep on With all these car-loving I feel like 007 Can they throw your car, shut the F up and go get em I leave em as a denim, I decorate em fasho I'm a leave em as a doe, and lay em out like a flo Switch
I pull up on em with the rag top Hit that button on the dash until it (till it close) The laws try'na pull my thang over But my pistol hitting somewhere by the (by the flow) Oh, I'm getting that money and you it And I'll go and blow it on some jewels (on some jewels) And you this is true but'cha got me confused I go broke I'm nothing like you
Styles Ay, stop bout what you finna do You get the doe then go get the doe I'm a all the way till I'm fifty-fo And spend all my doe on mo Cause I'm way cooler you dudes And I'm way smoother than you Yes the paint, then yes the I got a new whip I call it Clues I'm the rapper in the southern region Been the hardest rapper out the You don't wanna be the one to go Cause I slow ya roll and you it bro and I brought some doe You already I don't converse And if a hater take my doe Then I'll break his with my Converse Talk last and then bomb Like Makaveli I'm having Money power and fame but you get em all and you out a deli Don't beg I feel that is petty I don't wear J's I leave that to You even talk trash yet But I'll raise your and I'm mad already