Hey miss whattup? Tone got luck I wore a lot of jewelry and I never got stuck! Cats like the way I write, dressed like a superstar Take care of family so I don't have stupid cars Peace to all the single ladies, struggle with a rough life Baby daddy threaten that's aight, check out my man Trife Represent Stapleton, raised in the West 780 Anderson, now I'm the best Stoppin all bets, slammin niggaz like Barkley Back in my reefer days, sellin you parsley Always kept aluminum, bags in the car seat Them not show doin them, that's where the NARCs be Came to play no games and stay in your lane and the ratchet's on your brain and fuck entertainment y'all The big spender rock a robe in November I never broke but I throw my trees up in the blender
[Chorus: repeat 2X] Yeah, how you like it baby? You want a good time, you alright, you alright? C'mon, how you like me baby? You have a good time tonight?
Yo! Better shoe spots, red and blue drops I used to serve those, those my rooftops Dane cracked the window when the fuckin room's hot If my CD was skippin get a different boombox New socks full of Polo, champ rugged low Mocc's So hot, right before I popped the fuckin show stopped You can't box, I seen better hands on an old clock The old ox never marked you, I'ma blow pop Prophesized Don it's me, aqua blue mink And my bitch arms'll be, 20 G's scrill Niggaz like "Pardon me," I'ma be honesty Your man with the Dom P more like Sean Connery Heard he fight crime like the old man Barnaby Givin you the business, crackheads and the wannabeez And I keep drugs in the Tony Starks pharmacy Desperate Housewives slobbin me cause they honor me
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[Singing] Hey, Mister! Please let my niggaz in Thugs and my women in, you don't want no problem with meeeeee We got them burners on the dancefloor Goons is already in, shanks and machetes in Three to the head again, Ghost Remy Hennesyyyyyy All y'all haters wit'chall math off
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