 Hardcore » اشعار [+ اضافه کردن +] |
1. _ Intro In A-Minor
*Sound of a car driving on a busy street* Taxi Driver: Alright, sir, which side of the street would you like to be on. Patron: Yeah, that one. That side right there. Taxi Driver: Yeah, okay. The taxi driver is heard pulling over to let the man out. Taxi Driver: Okay, that will be four-ninety please. Patron: Yeah, yeah, here's five dollars. Keep the change. Taxi Driver: Oh, fuck you! The car door slams shut and the man is heard walking. Box Office Worker: May, I help you? Patron: Yeah, ah, can, can, I have one for Little Kim. Hardcore. Box Office Worker: That will be ten dollars. He hands her money and then walks through a door. Box Office Worker: Fuckin' weirdo. *Lil' Kim's Big Momma Thang is playing in the background* Concession Stand Worker: Yeah, may I help you? Patron: Yeah, ah, can I get a small order of popcorn, and ah, ah, a large order of butter and just like a lot of napkins please. Concession Stand Worker: Butter? Anyway, am, will that be all? Patron: Yeah, ah... Concession Stand Worker: That'll be six-ninety-five. The patron hands another bill over. Concession Stand Worker: Ah, man, why this shit so slimey? Patron: Huh! The patron is then heard walking from the concession stand into the screen room. Lil' Kim and a man are heard moaning and having sex. Porno music is heard in the background. The patron unzips his zipper. Five seconds later and a splashing noise is heard as the patron begins masturbating. Patron: Yeah. Yeah, baby. Yeah. Oh, yeah. Come on, baby. Yeah. Yeah. Mmm. Yeah. Yeah. Kim. Come on, Kim. Come on. Yeah. Yeah. The moans from the screen and the splash sound from the masturbating patron continue. Patron: Yeah. Come on. Kim. Kim. Yeah. Yeah. Work it, bitch! more free lyrics |
2. _ M.A.F.I.A. Land
[Lil' Kim] Yeah....uhh In the M.A.F.I.A.'s Land ya'll Where loyalty is everything {*thunder sounds*} The M.A.F.I.A. forgives but never forgets Let me tell you In the MAFIA's land where there's one boss and one clan Yes mans they surround us like steaks in pans All 'em wanna be the man right hands wash the left hands Loyalty's priority in this fam Where life's initiated ain't no givin' it back Once you in it like Bennet you'll soon be lieutenant Like me the Don Juan Miss Yvonne the sweat-a the money gett-a Copin mad cheddar Stevie's all Wondering how I got in this position One day Frank was fishin' for competition expidition Number one, his name is Barry Madanno Push the phat Milano '96 mission cost ya barizano I lay gently in the Bently through binoculars he seemed popular Givincci socks Cartier coolats H-class rocks and charms like Bohemians Sick like lukemians, receding hairlines Watch how genuine his gold mine decline When Frank pops the wine, I cocks the nine Niggas peeped it from behind and slipped their clips in quick One chick named Nick thought she was the shit Tried to play Big Poppa, don't worry Minutes before I dropped her the blow! blow! blow! Like a parol-e the bitch violated So how you like it coffins or creameted chorus: There ain't a day in my life that rolls by That I don't get high, sit back and won't cry I used to roll hard with tons of bitches But now it's just me and my niggas, whah (repeat) [Lil' Kim] Street murders, thug parasites We official no fake gators Coppin' fire arms with dug missles We leavin scar tissue That nigga Barry still aggy about that slut Mob nigga what! threw the gang sign up The nigga chuckles, just slip the loot On my belt buckles and cracked his middle nuckles Damn how could a deal for a couple mill Result to such violence And throw our whole shit off balance Yet still, they pat me down from all angles Trapped inside this devil's triangle Like Bo I had the Jangles And movin' slow to slide up on these Mexicans One cross eyed and hunchbacked The other must be mixed with black The third nigga had missin' teeth and tatto tear drops Long hair, chest for like a bag of rocks Before this chops I grabbed the keys to locks, the jewels and the rocks The cream in the box, etc. etc. etc. and it don't stop I got away with everything, the cash and the stash chorus: [Lil' Kim] So now I'm titled mission acomplished My man was astonished He looked as if there was a foul aroma in the air Stinkin! I know what this nigga thinkin' Damn she's too little, too pretty, too quiet The bitch is hired, mob's wife for life Diamond heist with Trife, contracts on your life We increase the price, uuhh So guess who the bitch is, but for now I be the mistress chorus: more free lyrics |
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3. _ Take It!
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4. _ Player Haters
*Sound of people talking in background* Hater #1: Hey yo Hater #2: Whatup, baby? Hater #1: That little stink ass bitch, Kim, them little snake niggaz, man, I don't like that bitch I can't stand that bitch Hater #2: Yeah, I see that bitch Hater #1: That's my word yo, that's my word, son But yo, on the real though, the bitch do be havin some cheddah and the bitch be rockin some ice Know what I'm sayin? Hater #2: I'm sayin, I see it Hater #1: I be seein her floatin with little niggaz here now and then, know what I'm sayin? Hater #2: What, them little bitch ass M.A.F.I.A. niggaz? Hater #1: Yeah, them little faggot ass niggaz Hater #2: Them niggaz pussy, kid Hater #1: I swear to God, if I ever see them niggaz rollin down Gates Avenue I'm gonna lay one of em on the strength You know what I'm sayin, you know how we roll baby Hater #2: No doubt Hater #1: But, am, yo what's up, you wanna get this paper or what? Hater #2: No doubt Hater #1: Cause they, I'm sayin, I know they sweet You know what I'm sayin? You know how they get down Know what I'm sayin? Hater #2: No doubt Hater #1: I'ma hold them niggaz down, one a them niggaz move a inch, I'm lacin em straight up and down, I'm puttin one in they cabbage Hater #2: No doubt let's make it happen, kid Hater #1: Aight more free lyrics |
5. _ Dreams
Gimme all the rhythm and blues niggas and rock the shots of the liquor..
mmm it makes me cum quicker rub it on your belly like jelly
r.kelly you think you ballin but your body's callin free fallin, have you callin'
fuck the bumpin and grindin have you jumpin and whinin when i'm climbin
i be doin groups like troop, body rockin h-town to horace brown (watch out now)
baby face can pay da rent and cook me five meals but momma got da whip appeal
what the deal on that prince cat? He be lookin fruity but he can still eat the booty
Brian Mcknights tight, joe is kinda slow and oh what about d'angelo
i want some of that brown sugar and what watch this rap bitch bust all
Over ya nuts like
Chorus: dreams, dreams, dreams of fucking an r & b dick (dreams of
Fucking and r&b dick) dreams, dreams, dreams of fuckin and r&b dick
I fuck mike sta flyway fuck dem ladae cats they wack
and one of 'em resemble craig Mack i need a new edition i need some men of vision
pussy eatin position to go to shower pissin
i made my intro getting fucked in the pinto now Im skin deep in da lexus jeep
peep da queen sistah if i would fuck wit Mista they'd be suckin' blackberry molasses out my asses
jason who da fuck time ya wastin have you pacin' i got no patience for little dick tastin
i'd rather go dolo wit' solo so i can get some heaven and be the fuck out after seven
all for One and one for all i swear to god i'd never fuck with none of yall
and if ya immature than im out the door
i'm on fire gettin head by the Harlem boys choir.
Repeat chorus
I couldn't find a my walls with kenny lattimore montell jordan ain't scorin
Tevin campbell niggas like to shamble make him an example with this
Pussy sample here we go you didn't know joe is my hoe tony rich is my bitch
Don't fuck wit this
I got the 112 nuts to bust so just open wide
when im done give me a High five.
You can touch me and tease me as if my name was case
nigga know yo place no need to participate
don't playa hate nigga its coo' wit me
I'm Icin bryson that dude down with groove theory
Repeat chorus til fades
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6. _ We Don't Need It
[Ceas] Yea-uh, fuck that, yo, I want some pussy tonight I think I wanna fuck my bitch Goldie and shit Only because she got some money for me and shit I think about fuckin her And go fuck my other bitch that live in fuckin big houses I don't know what the fuck I'm gonna do, but check it How you spell cash? C's and some hash At last, a nigga kickin game full blast How you want it, diamonds or dime-elles Jansport bookbags and bags from Chanel And seebeeaki, smellin up my Kawasaki Jawns by Versace all them joints by Jockey Clock me workin real hard for a nickel He drive a tricycle and his pants too little And his shoes too little Won't you get with the clique with the big ass dicks That make sure your kicks fit The real shit, true, balla pack steel shit The nigga with, the movie and the mill shit Mass appeal get me in the clubs for free So all you got to do for me is just Make your way to my king sized bed And lie on my pillows and my Gucci bed spread Keep your pussy, I got other plans instead Just gimme some head, gimme some head Chorus: Ceas: If you aint suckin no dick we don't need it, we don't need it Kim: If you aint lickin no clits, we don't want it, we don't want it Ceas: If you aint drinkin no nut, we don't need it, we don't need it Kim: If you aint lickin no butts, we don't want it, we don't want it [Lil' Kim] Some bitches do and some bitches don't Ride a dick til he bust-shit I know I won't Niggas cum too fast for me A waste of a good dick if you ask me I like a nigga like to put his back in it If it's a weave fuck around and pull a track in it All I get, few strokes that's it This bomb ass shit's got your cigarettes lit Who me, forced to use plan B, masturbate, play with the pussy This nigga here bust off snorin He straight, I knew this date would be borin I wanna wake him up to do his duty Nigga use that tongue, click the booty, click the booty You wanna steal the pussy like a thief Now kiss the lips without the teeth So I could bust a nut or two come clean like Jeru Goodnight to you too boo Chorus [Cease] Nine out of ten women, want to spit, on the skin of Blake Carrington But I need much more to get raw, dick to jaw, dick to jaw You drinkin' babies, don't wanna hear baby stictly (yes boo) Well if he cum up on your chest slow If not then your not down with me Little Ceasar, Van Clef, or B.I.G. Capone, Nino, or Bugsy Don't ask Kim for a date, she want her pussy ate Chorus more free lyrics |
7. _ Fuck You
Trife:
Nine shots greet ya, greet ya
Hang with little ceaser
But don't sling pizza, pizza
The gat carryin'
Rap barbarian
'96 blake carrington
I brings the most dangerous diseases
Trife please mc's of all types
Homosexuals dice intellectuals
Like my flow, my charm
Wifey on the arm and stay fuckin other bitches
Style never switches
Inhale, exhale
Bail neno brown out for shooting up a townhouse
And him **sted** kids fled
Rumors was dead
No beef with no cliques
Niggas don't want shit
Trife impresses
Lex's, gsss
Chicks in iceberg dresses
Who the bestest
M.a.f.i.a.
But faggot niggas wanna spoil it
Stop me from having marvel forces,
Den gold taurus
I force it down your throat like sodomy
Mama proud of me
Cuz i stopped killing niggas for free
Lil kim:
Uh, uh, the anne klein
Sporting coke
Snorting niggas lovely
I keep my pussy fresh like doug e.
Watch this show as my flow bubble over
Like mo's and cristal's
Ain't here to bust a pistal
Sippin hard on cristal
Dreaming counts, large amounts
Cuz frank don't play with lai money
Get high money
Ready to die ****
No if, ands, or maybes
I'm not your average lady
Put that on my 380
Me and my bitch catch flights to texas
Niggas call us crystal and alexus
Bump into some hoes that be in huston busting
Trunk full of donna karen in the rental lebaron
Uh, who us, we just swerving
In the dark blue suburban
Drinking burbon
With heinekens for the chaser
Police'll never chase us
Process the fingerprints
We to fly for that
I be flirten for certain
Wearin short skirts and
Aint no dicks inserting
See, that's the difference between me and other bitches
They fuck to get they riches
I fuck to bust a nut
Lil kim not a slut
I gotta reputation to look out for
Plus my boss is a outlaw
Biggie:
Uh, these mothafuckas think they tough guys
Mothafuckas better hold hands stepping on ***
Foggot ass mothafuckas
Really ain' t no true players
Larceny:
Death comes the **** that oppose the clique
Dick-riders get off the dick
Cuz larceny got guns for yall
And if i get bagged my lawyers got tons of ones for yall
Catching cases, niggas pull they macs out
Niggas getting mad cuz i dug they backs out
Then i blacks out
Start shooting kids, cribs suspicious
Making my escape jumping bridges
Malicious, sometimes the danger taste delicious
Rule number three don't take love from no bitches
You know what makes me much stronger than you
I can take pain much longer than you
So what you gonna do when i run up in that ass, creep
How you wanna spit a ***grease***
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8. _ Scheamin'
Damn, boo, you see honey right there? the little one, yo
Oh, yeah
He ain't got no...nah, look at his shi...nah, he ain't got no cash
No, fuck that that chain probably b.i.g. chain
Hell yeah, you know biggie's got the fuckin' dollars
Yeah, for real
You know, let's set that nigga up
Nah
Yeah
Only way you get that motherfucker is with some ass, yo
That's the only thing he want now
Suck his dick, he probably like that
He like menage-a-tois
Runnin' pockets, alright?
You know
Until that mother fucker be asleep or some shit like that, right?
Yeah, yeah, let's do that shit
Nah, there go the other one
Sayin they always let the motherfuckin dumb niggaz hold the cash
You know what i mean?
You know
Little ceas, let's get that nigga
Nah, i'm, i'm scared'a dat nigga
You know he look...
Biggie gettin' ass on a regular basis.
But, so what
You never know, yo, let's just try that shit, yo
I'm goin' for mine yo, fuck that
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9. _ No Time
Intro: Puff Daddy Heh, heheheh I got, no time for fake niggaz Just sip some Cristal with these real niggaz From East to West coast spread love niggaz (that's right) And while you niggaz talk shit we count bank figures (say what?) I got, no time for fake niggaz (uh-uh, uh-uh) Just sip some Cristal with these real niggaz (uh-huh, uh-huh) From East to West coast spread love niggaz (that's right) And while you niggaz talk shit we count bank figures (he-heh) 1- ("How you figure that your team can effect my cream?" - B.I.G.) I got, no time for fake niggaz (uh-uh, uh-uh) Just sip some Cristal with these real niggaz (uh-huh, uh-huh) 2- ("I rely on Bed-Stuy to shut it down if I die" - B.I.G.) From East to West coast spread love niggaz (ha hahh, that's right) And while you niggaz talk shit we count bank figures (let's go) Verse One: Lil' Kim Yeauhhh, I Momma, Miss Ivana Usually rock the Prada, sometimes Gabbana Stick you for your cream and your riches Zsa Zsa Gabor, Demi Moore, Prince Diane and all them rich bitches Puff Daddy pump the Hummer for the summer I follow -- in the E-Class with the goggles 96 models, Bad Click on the stroll (Tell em how we roll) Cruise control Nuttin make a woman feel betta than Berrettas and Amarettas, butta leathers and mad cheddaz Chillin in a Benz with my ami-gos Tryin to stick a nigga for his pe-sos If you say so's, then I'm the same chick that you wanna get with, lick up in my twat Gotta hit the spot, if not don't test the poom poom nanny nanny, punanny donny, heyyy! Chorus: Puff Daddy Heyyy, no time for fake niggaz (uh-uh, uh-uh) Just sip some Cristal with these real niggaz (uh-huh, uh-huh) From East to West coast spreadin love niggaz (that's right) And while you niggaz talk shit we count bank figures (he heh) 1- ("How you figure that your team can effect my cream?" - B.I.G.) I got, no time for fake niggaz (uh-uh, uh-uh) Just sip some Cristal with these real niggaz (uh-huh, uh-huh) 2- ("I rely on Bed-Stuy to shut it down if I die" - B.I.G.) From East to West coast spreadin love niggaz (that's right) And while you niggaz talk shit we count bank figures Verse Two: Puffy (Kim moaning in the background), Lil' Kim How you like it baby? Uhh, from the front Uhh, from the back, give that ass a smack Bet your man won't do it like that Can't work the middle, plus his thing too little Let me grab your ta-ta's, do the cha-cha Work down your ta-ta's do the cha-cha Make you scream Pa-pa You da best, Da Da Now watch mama, go up and down dick to jaw crazy Uhh! Say my name baby (okay) Before you nut, I'ma dribble down your butt cheeks Make you wiggle, then giggle just a little I'm drinkin babies, then I cracks for the Mercedes Act shady, and feel my three-eighty *gun cocks* or the raven, oohwee I see Your girl ain't a "Freak Like Me", or Adina Huh, can't fade the rhinoceros of rap (say what?) Lil' Kim pussy (uhh) how preposterous is that? (ha hah!) Chorus: subst 'Got' for 'Heyyy', minus B.I.G. samples Verse Three: Lil' Kim Uhh, right back at cha, the one Cleopatra (say what?) Diggin in your stash (Niggaz think they gonna get some ass) No money money no licky licky -- fuck the dicky dicky and the quickie, gimme your loot Your Mac-11 then shoot Your game ain't sweet, John Paul peeps shouldn't compete, if you can't wet it, forget it Don't sweat it, I bet it'd make ya cum smooth if you let it Huh, you can't stop a bitch from ballin Ha-ha to la-la to drive-by's they be callin, and you ain't know While you be kickin that old shit (talk to me) we makin hits Platinum and gold shit (we don't stop) I stay draped in diamonds and pearls Beside every man is a Bad Girl (That's right... nine-six Bad Boy c'mon) Chorus to end, broken down by four line groups 1st group: w/o B.I.G 2nd group: w/o B.I.G. 3rd group: B.I.G. sample #1 twice 4th group: B.I.G. sample #2 twice + voiceover Spread love, c'mon 5th group: B.I.G. sample #1 twice 6th group: B.I.G. sample #2 twice 7th group: w/o B.I.G. + voiceover As we proceed, to give you what you need! We continue on! 8th group: w/o B.I.G. + voiceover Uh-uh, uh-uh, c'mon! Hahah (fades into 9th group) more free lyrics |
10. _ Queen Bitch
If peter piper pecked em, I betcha biggie bust em He probably tried to fuck him, I told him not to trust him Lyrically, I dust em, off like Pledge Hit hard like sledge-hammers, bitch with that platinum grammer I am a diamond cluster hustler Queen bitch, supreme bitch Kill a nigga for my nigga by any means bitch Murder scene bitch Clean bitch, disease free bitch Check it, I write a rhyme, melt in your mouth like M&M's Roll with the M.A.F.I.A. remember them? Tell em when I used to mess with gentlemen Straight up aposttles, now strictly niggaz that jostle Kill a nigga for the figure, how you figure? Your cheddar would be better, Beretta inside of Beretta nobody do it better Bet I wet cha like hurricanes and typhoons Got buffoons eatin my pussy while I watch cartoons Seat the loon, this rap Pam Grier's here Baby drinkers beware, mostly Dolce wear Frank kill niggaz lives for one point five While you struggle and strive we pick which Benz to drive The M.A.F.I.A. you wanna be em Most of y'all niggaz can't eat without per diem I'm rich, I'ma stay that bitch Uhh, who you lovin who you wanna be huggin Roll with niggaz that be thuggin, buggin In the tunnel in Eso's Sippin espresso, Cappuchino wit Nino On a mission for the lucci creno I used to wear Moscino, but every bitch got it Now I rock colorful minks because my pockets stay knotted C-note after C-note, Frank Bo hold fifteen plus the caterer you think you greater, uh (You niggaz got some audacity You sold a million now you half of me Get off my dick, kick it bitch) Check my pitch, or send it persona And I'll still stick your moms for her stocks and bonds I got that bomb ass cock, a good ass shot With hardcore flows to keep a nigga dick rock Sippin Ziffendales, up in Chippendales Shop in Bloomingdales for Prada bags Female Don Dada has no broblems spittin cream with my team Shit's straight like nine fifteen, y'nahmean? Cruise the diamond district with my biscuit Flossin my rolex rich Shit, I'm rich, I'ma stay that bitch more free lyrics |
11. _ Spend a Little Doe
Baby I missed you I missed you to. I waited a long time for this. So why you aint come see me, no commisary or nuttin. I aint wanna see my bird in no cage. But im ready to take care of you now. Now, after three years, three muthafuckin years, nigga you know what (gun cock) Hasta la vista, bye bye, kiss ya kid its the gangstrasis, what u think this is nigga calm yourself, its just a little robbery you got strickin with the poverties callin me call me sunshine, pussy spread like the rainbow, spectaculous, miraculous i practice this for a livin like the budhism yom yom rain ge ki ask tina, nuttin got shit ta do with me and you or the 44 under the pillow what the deal do, i like to play while im workin and thats for certain, keep jerkin, i aint done with you lights, camera, curtains, in a second the show begins, invite your family and friends they gots ta see this or they wouldnt believe this, u got stuck and left naked with a hard penis. chorus x2 It dont take nuttin for you to love me baby it dont take nuttin for you to love me if you're feelin like i do then i know you want it too it dont take nuttin for you to spend a little doe. i heard about the carjacks and all the contracts out on me, by your man big d stink gucara i bought his life for 3 g's then some watches, then wet him like galoshes no need to be mad they already gone, him and your hit man had somethin going on we caught him done at the Shark Bar up in Mark's car you know the place where the willies are always frontin in they ??? sippin dom p's and cristies i remenesce how it used to be on the run from police we bust shotties out of mazaradi's bloodie bodies in the telly lobbies when in need i lie for you, cry for you you know this down ass bitch woulda died for you. chorus x2 and i remember, how u said u loved me with a passion, high fashion, who u askin to keep the tum numb, from index to thumb, push the v's with the coke from the dt's dont take the titties from city to city i aint seen a g off none of key's at ease, when the cops came u gave them my name said if i didnt snitch you'd make a shorty rich bitch i copped the one to three just to see if all the yay o and boy carryin on the p to maryland was worth the bitch marryin this nigga i worked so hard for choose my life to be hardcore lost in the field no more that i couldnt feel no more and now im the shit go by the name of little kim the queen bitch and mafia's the click, instead of playin don dinero i shoulda been schemenin on your cream and dinero dont pay to be nice but its nice to pay and if u die before u wake may your soul god take. chorus x2 more free lyrics |
12. _ Crush On You (in Album Hardcore)
Intro: lil' cease
Undeas (uhh... uh-huh)
Lil' ceaser (uhh... uh-hah, queen bee)
Uhh (uh-huh, that's me)
Uhh, check it (lil' kim)
Verse one: lil' cease
Yo i be buyin em v's, so all my girls be eyein cease
Comin backstage, dyin to get pleased
You got me, i rock thee, versace and linen
While you stop your grinnin wit bunch of foxy women
Why you speed ball with cards, that's invalid
I get clothes, custom made, from a stylist
Cruise in my lexus land with no mileage
While you walk the street until your feet get calloused
Take you on a natural high, like a pilot
It be all good, toss your clothes like a salad
When it's all over put your vote in my ballot
It's my diner, i'm mel, and you're alice
Spend a night, in lil' cease palace
It be all good as long as you don't act childish
While you standin there with the crist' in your cup
If worse come to worse keep this on the hush, uhh
Hook: notorious b.i.g.
I know you seen me on the video (true)
I know you heard me on the radio (true)
But you still don't pay me no attention
Listenin to what your girlfriends mention
He's a slut, he's a hoe, he's a freak
Got a different girl every day of the week
It's cool, not tryin to put a rush on you
I had to let you know that i got a crush on you
Verse two: lil' kim
Aiyyo shorty, won't you go get a bag of the lethal
I'll be undressed in the bra all see through
While you count your jewels thinkin i'ma cheat you
The only one thing i wanna do is freak you
Keep your stone sets, i got my own baguettes
And i'll be doin things that you won't regret
Lil kim the queen bee, so you best take heed
Shall i proceed? (yes indeed!)
I'ma throw shade, if i can't get paid
Blow you up to your girl like the army grenade
You can slide on my ice like the escapade
And itchy-gitchy-yaya with the marmalade
Who me? not you, oh yes, who's he?
I even dig yo' man's style, but i love yo' profile
Whisper in your ear and get you all shook up
But don't blush, just keep this on the hush
Hook
Verse three: lil' cease, lil' kim
While you tryin to catch sea breeze, i'm in the pv's
All chrome d3's, decked out tv's
Cd's with crazy bass, keep my lady laced
Don't be fooled by the baby face
I hope ya not, cause your thighs got me hot
Only one plan, that's to rise to the top
I told you before, when i first pursued
I want a interlude, in the nude
You know i love the way you feel-a, sip my tequil-a
Works from the dealers, all in chinchila
Heat up the clutch, seven-fifty deluxe
Then we speed down the hutch, breakin trees in the dutch
I'm not the one you sleep wit, to eat quick
Want a cheap trick? better go down to freaknik
You got to hit me off, buy this girl gifts of course
So i look slick, in my six, with my christian lacroix
Hook (repeat 4x to fade)
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