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with the letter four I mean the letter F-O-U-R Tryin to say you a G?! I'm like Oh-you-are? Don't be talkin all them lies like I don't know you boy Don

the phone real quick man, eh, fuck it") ("Aight, ay, let me get the top bunk") ("Ay man, this, this, this blanket, this blanket smell like urine man") All right, you're charged with Public Intoxication (All right, listen there's a thousand people down there who are

Made 'em pick my dude, out the line up Baby, what the fuck is wrong (Wrong) With them? What the fuck is wrong (Wrong) With them? You see money you call Very few are

I told ya (Told ya) We rob before we go broke, man We robbin' y'all, all a y'all, all a y'all Y'all my dogs If ya call or ya fall, depend on that nigga

you with the letter four I mean the letter F-O-U-R Tryin to say you a G?! I'm like Oh-you-are? Don't be talkin all them lies like I don't know you boy

In the bushes far below I thought I saw an unfamiliar shadow Among the ones I so clearly know I've been sleeping with the night light unplugged With a note

Made 'em pick my dude, out the line up Baby, what the fuck is wrong (Wrong) With them? What the fuck is wrong (Wrong) With them? You see money you call Very few are

and tap the butt Too $hort, baby all in them guts I'm not your ABC, from the alphabet Every letter I'll write'll get your pussy wet It's just a freaky note

pay me mine! ("Damn nigga!") I grab the dice, place your price, all you men are mice Riffin as I'm sippin on a Heineken and gettin nice I shake em up they papes are