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8Ball Do What A Playa Do

hungry lil mama what it is tell what it be?do u need a lil kim to a lil qulity time a lil bumpin an grind a lil wine and dime a lil movie, a lil money

the quarter back, I'ma run his quarter back Feds try to intercept a n-gger like a quarter back Make a n-gger pay a couple birds, get his daughter back

down my wrist, neck and hand When it comes to coke, I can make a snowman, shit Play in this shit make a angel with it And I don't give a fuck about that

on the Prowler Blaze up a blunt as I tell you all about it Kill'a of the Hill'a, crawl like caterpillar Pour a fo-fo up in my grapes as for real'a This

ugh!) I'm tryna turn a quarter ounce to a quarter cake, I'm in a duece in a quarter at a quater 8, Set 45 drankin on a 45, doin 45 As I circle round

Six rappaz beein hunted by a killa MC I neva killd a bianca with a 36D I party with the bitches on my planet lookin crispy Swiftly makin rappers do 360

my sources bank. Twista Rollin with a pistol ?? In a room at the Ramada getting down in the streets Hustlin hard takin what you can get , but you steady reminiscing on 50,000 a week A playa

On The Wood Grain Im In Da Caddilac Feelin Like A Grade A Pimp Man You Niggas Tryin Hard As Hell, You Never Do It Like I Did It, Its A Mother Fuckin Pimp

m so cold, I need a coat in the kitchen I bust two verses, then go into intermission No way you can provoke my vision I, dont play I make a hoe pay a