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Too many women 'n' not enough time I'ma kool kat but I'm on life 9 Pimpin' ain't dead 'cause I be the life line 'N' I don't buy the bar 'cause it don't sell white wine Goone, let dat light shine, ballin' for a life time Smokin' on dat nice pine, Weezy, baby, life fine You can call him ya husband, call me at night time 'N' even those women change, I will always like dimes 'N' yeah, I'm quite fine but shawty much finer 'N' I just get behind her den, smack it like a Honda 'N' please don't hate on me when you see me with Kiana 'Cause she wilder than nirvana and colder than your honor Holla at yo, boy many 'n' a Maybach come wit a recliner Run up on me and shit will get uglier than an iguana This is only a reminder, it's Young Money, don't forget it 'N' I'm Weezy f, baby, you might find it on her titty, would ya? Pass me the dutchy wit ya left hand I got the whole club noddin' like the 'Yes Man' I'm in my polo tee, Coogi sweat pants She on dat jubilee, I'll be the 'X-Man' Pass me the dutchy wit ya left hand I got the whole club noddin' like the 'Yes Man' I'm in my polo tee, Coogi sweat pants She on dat jubilee, I'll be dat 'X-Man' Chillin' wit my posse 'bout to call sum ladies over Tell 'em dis is why you're me so when you come you can leap over You would think she came wit buttons by the way that I control her Put her on a tab, now she rollin' like a baby stroller I'm the freshest 'n' tha scene reppin in my jeans Shoot ya lights out, I be ready wit tha beam Life's a game of chess 'n' I'm headin' fa ya queen Not my stomach 'n' my thighs but her head is in between She wetter than a stream, I drink medicine to lean Keep a cup in my head like I'm beggin' fa sum change I fall off in the party, yeah, I'm kinda tardy But if a hater trip we ride on him like a Harley Look you call it getting' married, I call it actin' selfish My belt got G's on it like a packers helmet in I'ma hit if you bring ya girl around But the weed, it's like a collar 'cause I might just turn it down if ya Pass me the dutchy wit ya left hand I got the whole club noddin' like the 'Yes Man' I'm in my polo tee, Coogi sweat pants She on dat jubilee, I'll be the 'X-Man' Pass me the dutchy wit ya left hand I got the whole club noddin' like the 'Yes Man' I'm in my polo tee, Coogi sweat pants She on dat jubilee, I'll be dat 'X-Man' Tool on deck, I'm new born fresh I knock ya friends down 'n' you goin' next Young Money fly, nigga, all the bitches after me Murdered in the bed 'n' you gon' be my next casualty Automatic stick but I give it to her manually I'm givin' dick out year round 'n' you can get it annually Styrophoam filled wit a strawberry Fanta treat Leanin' I'ma need a kick stand to stay on my feet Get out my business like I kicked ya out my office I ain't worried 'bout the price, I'm mo concerned with the offer Fresh to death like I got dressed in a coffin Wit a party 'n' my pocket blue 'n' red dolphins I'm high as a muddafucka, lemme do my thang, bitch I'm doin' me 'n' yo girl doin' the same shit I'm in the car getting' head as our lanes switch Double G, I do my thang, bitch, now you could Pass me the dutchy wit ya left hand I got the whole club noddin' like the 'Yes Man' I'm in my polo tee, Coogi sweat pants She on dat jubilee, I'll be the 'X-Man' Pass me the dutchy wit ya left hand I got the whole club noddin' like the 'Yes Man' I'm in my polo tee, Coogi sweat pants She on dat jubilee, I'll be dat 'X-Man' I told you catch up did you make a mill yet I can't predict how many of 'em I can still get October gone it's such a fuckin' rib set No tats but the ink on my money still wet Life is such a beach its sandy all around me I came here wit Young Money, man, dats family all around me I'm in my living room 'n' I got Grammy's all around me 'N' famous bitches doin' nose candy all around me Welcome to the life, the life is meant for me My Bentley has a tint 'n' so you got to squint to see I hollered at ya girl, das when she went wit me But please don't blame ya self 'cause it just wasn't meant to be Dey say I'm one of the illest, ask ya self for first impressions 'N' my cards always accepted, I don't deal well with rejection I look in the dictionary 'n' don't see the word recession I don't smoke in public but tonight I'll make an exception so just Pass me the dutchy wit ya left hand I got the whole club noddin' like the 'Yes Man' I'm in my polo tee, Coogi sweat pants She on dat jubilee, I'll be the 'X-man' Pass me the dutchy wit ya left hand I got the whole club noddin' like the 'Yes Man' I'm in my polo tee, Coogi sweat pants She on dat jubilee, I'll be dat 'X-Man'
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