How you like game, baby? You sell hot? I make this game baby, yeah resonate
C'mon I put the ball in balla I made it I put the pop in these girls and made 'em I put the b in the game and it true No blockin' this game for you
New star, big cars, some of this with a big cigar Cashmeire, cat fat, six foot standin' on stacks I understand, no plan, you stole my banner, 'bama lies when you was dumb and broke You had a topknot, joke! It was the you spoke No in your spittin' I don't need no bling things to my game swing Your game is tight but your motor pings I make it
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You drive a nice truck, Gotta show 'em all you're But the is you're lackin' what you're mackin' if you're paper fed Your payins to fuck 'em If broke then can you trust 'em her diamonds and a beeper but you can't keep her She the benefits Go on, girl, treat man like a bitch! Takin' from the rich, Hood Get it back to your Another rap star slaving to this he claim he's saving Cut his when he's shaving cause he bitch made I make it
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I make it Rap's super-balla Yeah, before could spell balla, I was ballin', fool Blew 15 large in the 80's,
You a max scheme, clean her that Lexus, bought it in Texas Just like bought you a mansion in Nevada bleak, your girl got a new physique You got a baby comin', wife naggin, bought a Taurus wagon Aha! Put em on the and made your ass a balla! Now you got a naggin' and a toddler, ahah! wanna be a playa no more? Mack with your mouth and your dollas I swing a mean verb, big word, some if this you've heard I gotta hear it, your appearance shakin' lyrics I ain't an OG, I'm an OP, original Papi gran-D, I your wife's booty, remember me?!
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