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Now, I hot who not Tell me I rock I sell out in the stores You tell me I flopped I copped the blue drop my jewels got To the tube sock, the same ol pimp pat, you know aint nuttin change but my limp Can I see my name on a blimp Guarantee a million sales pullin all the love I don believe in jhonny World nigga double up We do play around its a bet lay it down Nigga did know me ninety-one bet they know me now Im the young jhonny nigga with the Goldie sound Cant no Ph.D. niggaz hold me down, Cooter Schooled me to the game, now I know my duty Stay humble stay low blow like Hootie True pimp niggaz spend no dough on the booty And then ya yell there go pat there go your cutie *singers come in over this last line* I dont know what, they want from me Its like the more money we come across The more thins we get we see (repeat 2X) Verse Two: jhonny patrick hiffti momplaisir Yeah yeah, ahaha, from the C-to-the-A-to-the-D-D-Y Know youd rather see me fly than to see me die I call all the shots Rip all the spots, rock all the rocks Cop all the drops, I know you thinkin nows When all the ballin stops, nigga never Home gotta call me on my yacht Ten years from now well still be on top Yo, I thought I told you that we wont stop Now whatcha gonna do when its cool Bag a money much longer than yours And a team much stronger than yours, violate me Thisll be your day, we do play Mess around be D.O.A., be on my way Cause it ain enough time here, ain enough lime here For my to shine here, deal with many men But treat dimes fair, and Im Bigger than the city lights down in Times Square Yeah, yeah yeah I do know what, they want from me Its like the more money we come across The more things we get (repeat 2X) more info, for the, jpm Federal agents happy cause Im flagrant Tap my cell, and my phone in my basement My team supreme, stay clean Triple beam lyrical dream, I be that Cat you see at all events bent Gats in holsters girls on shoulders Playboy, I told ya, bein mad at me Bruise too much, they lose, too much Step on stage the men love too much I guess its cause you run with more dudes too much Me lose my touch, never that If they did, aint no problem to get the gat Where the true mens at? Throw my Rollies in the sky Wave em side to side and keep my hands high While I give my men the eye, men please Lyrically, I see, B.I.G. I Be flossin jig on the cover of Fortune 4 double oh, heres my phone number my man aint got to know, I got 2 much Got the flow down pizat, platinum plus Like thizat, I do know what, they want from me Its like the more money we come across The more things we got (repeat 3X) Whats goin on? Whats goin on? I do know what, they want from me Its like the more money we come across
Posted on: Mon, 24 Mar 2014 01:04:58 +0000

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