sweat these hoes Cause playas, always get chose So you don't gotta trick, your do' If you real you gon hit playa, take it from a pro [Mr. 3-2] Now playas
these hoes Cause playas always get chose See you ain't gotta trick yo? doe, fa real you gone hit playa take it from a pro [Mr.3-2] Now players, never
that I'm blessed) Cause I didn't get popped (or I didn't get killed) [Yo Gotti] It's hard to except The cards I was dealt The life that I chose ???
up, Im in my everyday get up Black tee, levis, jordans, and them diamonds that stay lit up, You wanna be like Bun Beeta step yo shit up, Nigga this is playa
scene they take pictures call me Kodak These girl goin crazy like think they need some prozac We the hottest thing in tha market and you know dat Yo bitch chosed
seldom that I smoke, but it helps my thinker Makes me a, mathematician about my math Get celebrity ass, I'm a statistician - rap with precision Nigga, your hoe chose
crazy, what up, oopsy daisy Demon or a heathen, schemin' while I'm dreamin' Screamin' to get even, seein' is believin' And don't you forget that, get it to you, get
some hotter than hot shh) Well sh-sh-shut da fuck up Before you get cu-cu-cut-cut da fuck up Hold on man Hold on lil buddy Y'all talkin' 'bout shorty
a dick, she poppin It's Lil O baby, South motha fuckin West I know you're ballin and you think that you rich I can tell deep down you wanna fuck my bitch But player
'em lovely All the way from the Clair to the PO and down '71 We on to the C.O. and fuckin' with the B O N E Hit the floor and go, and again we hit the
going home to If you chose to ya dig this what I'm talkin' 'bout Aye, look I love her like my Nina Ross, that's my main squeeze Lil' mama take it off
the sex sure to make you sweat I show respect to the Swisha vets And the Screwed Up Click G's, get respect Lil' O and C N O to the E, 'Face and Willie
that the sex, sure to make you sweat I show respect, to the Swisha vets And the Screwed Up Click G's, get respect Lil' O and C-N-O to the E, 'Face and
Verse 1- Yeaa Im G - O - O......D Ya Feel Me? Yea Fresh fit new chucks (new chucks) I swear i feel like a million bucks (million bucks) And dem leather
everyday get up (what?) Black-T, Levi's, Jordans and them diamonds that stay lit up. (stay lit up!) You wanna be like Bun Beeta, step yo feet up, Nigga this is playa
with out tipping my glasses This was not pitiful from passes of O G s This is so me Ask us many mention lil homie, lil bony But the rhymes is fat in
(feat. Jim Jones, Snoop Dogg, Nas, T.I., Fat Joe, Lil' Wayne, N.O.R.E., Jadakiss, Styles P, Fabolous, Juelz Santana, Rick Ross, Twista, Kurupt, Daz Dillinger
