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BeLee-DAT…
Yeah, puhhhh
I die for ma nigga, neva pull a trigga
I had to do it for my nigga, no father figure
See my eyes low like I’m from Hong Kong
I see these bitches dancing with no Thongs On
Dru-Hill Like Sisqo with a Thong song,
I can’t be on a drama, that shit
Make me dumber,i got my dros on my power,i
Got a sip on my cup on ma last supper, she
Got it all last night on the big poppa
I got that OJ like a pied piper,Old G
Told me tough luck, when i got it all
Wrong, now i feel like popstar, Life goes
On,i keep it real nigga coz I’m from the hood
A lot of people make feel good, now i make the
Sky blue,i got a bitch with no karma,life change
Like Obama,i’m rubbing hands like a stunna,i do
It for ma city, love with no pity, like house
With ceiling,purple colors on ma bitches, neva
Kiss with no hickies,Ludacris on em Bridges,
I knock you down like Ms Keri,i make you ready
I got it all from my daddy,now a nigga saggin
Telin me you fuckin gimme love, a lot bitches
Gota die for a hug,a lot of pushing,a lot pussy
A lot of kush,telin me is swagg pouring ice down
A got a funny feeling, nigga turn around,i’m big
Dawg, some call me a big fish, on a big pond, with
A big grill….
Yeah BeLee-DAT, 30504 Hot-Grizzle$ in the building
Long hair don’t care, more ratchet weave i believe
Yeah
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