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Awww man, Man I sure believe this one here man, gon' be so beautiful
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I know everyone out there gon' hafta love this one, ya heard that?
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[Verse 1]
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Now, who the fuck cars for days
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Crazy hoes and momos with the 20 inch blaze
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Picture me and the missus driving Expeditious
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The backstabbin' friends blowin' kisses
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Chrome-struck bitches, wood grain wenches
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Leather seats, la la la, anything else itches
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I done done it, the Bubble IGS 300
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Anything else around here, playboy I run it
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Bought the black Yukon, new Storm, microwave with futons
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She not white, unh unh, she Cub-an
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Karats on my fingers, fuckin' R&B singers
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1998 Lexus, dickslangers
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Nuts-hang-us from South American
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Don Perrion, Mil cousin, move on
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Can you top-uh
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Nigga with a Calico to helicopter
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Move, shake, shove that
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Ask yourself nigga, "How you luv that?"
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[Chorus]
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How you luv that? 20 cars on chrome, nigga
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How you luv that? 20 shows in the dome, nigga
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How you luv that? 20 hot girls to bone, nigga
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How you luv that? BRRTTT! 20 Primeco phones 2x
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[Verse 2]
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Nigga, how you gon' tell me that shit ain't changed
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When niggas used to play curls now the playin' braids
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And In my crib I got an elevator fuckin' with these hoes heads
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With alligator pillows cases in my bed
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I gotta scream, "Cheese-y" so bad
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Playboy, I had to get approval from the city and the motherfuckin' feds
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I said fuck these white folks 'til I'm dead
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Cause I'ma ball 'til I fall and spend 20 G's at the mall
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Now playboy, you can tell me how you luv that
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I bought my son a rolex with diamonds embezzle
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When 9 months, a Cash Money medallion with 20 diamonds in each letter, son
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So peep this, nigga
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I got a million dollars worth of cars all on chrome, can you compete with
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this?
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That's beautiful, these 6 ties with that Range Rover
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Earrings costing 15 G's with T.V.'s
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Nigga, I'm trying to put a screen on the hood of the Humvee
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With my face on top, nigga, can you see me?
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I got so much money, I'll never do time
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I'll play them white bitches like they play me at all times
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I got 20 G's to put on they leather seat
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Or for all the coke chargin', 3-time felon on one rap sheet
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What the fuck I look like? Choppin' tree and pickin' cotton
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When I should be fuckin' hoes and money clockin'
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I'ma Big Tymer, ask Lac, you can believe that
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Playboy, nigga, tell me how you luv that?
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[Chorus]
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[Juvenile]
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Baby, what you mean that Juvenile ain't bout matin'?
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You besta get yo' mind right and go ahead with that hea-din'
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What? You must think these diamonds ain't real or sumpin, huh?
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All of this shinin' gon' get me killed for nothin' huh?
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Nigga, fuck that, I'ma ball 'til I fall from Carolton by the lake to General
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Digaul
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So baby, buy me Cristal, shiny jewel
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Hit the caddilac, 2 wheel with 20 inches
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Rolex with diamond bezzles, 20 G cel
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My floor shinin' from mar-ble, cross-connect
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In my position, we make nothin' but G's
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If you rich, then you belong got CMB
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Don't hate us nigga, cause we beatiful, nigga please
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You think I'm stun'n now, just wait 'til I come back with them keys
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Niggas fear this, they hate, but they don't come near this
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I done wrote a song about the bitches, you wanna hear this?
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They say Juvenile, you motherfucker, you off the heesy
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I got these hoes pussy poppin' tell they cheesy and greasy
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Can you see me in that Bubble I,
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How You Luv That?
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