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Greetings
But the cheese, uh, yeah, yeah, okay
Smoke a lot of weed, drink a lot of lean
Fuck'em with the bees, I have it hangin' from the trees
But the Shawty Pion product clean down the street
I'm the yarmdookle, like the city, give him a fuckin' cheese hoe
Me and the Steve, ride the low, round the slow
Creepin' in the papa, know I'm about to stop a fuckin' hoe
Ski-mass boys up in this bitch, we bringin' that palm straight to your dope
Ain't no low in these streets, so I creep with my foe
So in love with the refund, but I think I need some mo'
But leavein' this dress, got the gift on my chest
Because it in these lips, but just what they do
That's not the booth of the bus, so now I'll do my best
As I fight to the sun on the world in a sex J-9
On the crew, from the one who's steady watchin'
Cheep-a-i-out, brother Mark's booty narkin'
All you snitches, fishes in the ghost rider, be sharkin'
Leavein' no fuckin' traces, ey, dispose of your car, guess a biatch
Ain't my mean, ain't my mean, ain't my mean, ain't my mean, ain't my mean, you sexy
Can I get that number?
Ain't my mean, you sexy, ain't my mean, you sexy, ain't my mean, you beautiful
Can I get that number?
Ain't my mean, you sexy, ain't my mean, you sexy
Can I get that number?
You don't want to hear, I'm gonna show you where it's done, but have no fear
There's something inside you, it's hard to explain
