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Carmen Electra (feat. Mozzy, Osbe Chill & TOBi)
The Game
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Ayy yo, I mob how I mob Yeah, I'm hood with it Fifth of Patrón in the Bentley, yeah, I'm good with it Everything Suge with it I'm a boss like that Caught five, Odell Beckham, Randy Moss like that It's Bompton, reason why I talk like that Bullet fragments still in my ankle why I walk like that I'm Nas on these songs, I Puff, they hate me Hurricane Game, Katrina'd the AP Top-down, the AC with X and AZ Ruff Rydin', you can see this Draco in HD Don't try me B***h, homicide's my hobby Backwoods we fat, blowin' these sacks like Mozzy In the 6, Clyde and Bonny, clips by Armani Plus, I keep an extra with the owl feather texture 2020, we doin' drive-bys in Teslas Sex, money, murder, and drugs, Carmen Electra **** the slice, I want the pie Why ask why 'til we die? Watch your soul stand in line for a slice of the Devil's pie (Carmen Electra) Drugs and thots, swim in wine Three or four at a time Watch 'em all stand in line for a slice of the Devil's pie (Carmen Electra) Four block bangin', I'm from the shit spot, baby Time to serve 'em on the porch and keep the door locked, baby In this four-door 'Cedes, the Rollie oh so brazy Chopper for that Old School that I could throw on Daytons **** who hate me Blood on the Benjamins, I'm a gangsta Pull up on the side of his vehicle tryna to spank 'em Cookies by the onions, we plug 'em, the people thank us As-salamu mother****er and see how far it could take us Can't nobody say we stay dangerous, that's on the gang Told Game pass the thang, I feel like I got my way Pissin' on they grave and wackin' out with they pain Papa was a chef and my mama whip it the same She chose up on the [?], the Maseratti to blame We body for body, [?], make Gotti flame Free to Gangland when he touch, got him a chain When he touch, got him some cake When he touch, got him a Drac **** the slice, I want the pie Why ask why 'til we die? Watch your soul stand in line for a slice of the Devil's pie (Carmen Electra) Drugs and thots, swim in wine Three or four at a time Watch 'em all stand in line for a slice of the Devil's pie (Carmen Electra) O-S-B-E Chill, **** what they feel Have a b***h leanin' soon as I pop his seal Put the work like Copperfield, I got it to disappear Heard you was lookin' for me, I'm right here (Right here) Standin' in the jungles with the baby stones (Baby stones) Cash Money in my pocket, get my Baby on (Baby on) Only eat the b***h if it taste like Avión (Yeah) Tell her run my shit back like lady [?] (*****s Sittin' in the bucket 'bout to trip me a b***h, yeah Los Angeles, clip me a b***h, yeah ATL, Tip me a b***h (Uh) Like Black Chyna, I'ma give in, b***h (Pause) Gang injunctions don't stop the function, yeah Trees by Game, Patrón consumptions, yeah Born in the Jungles where wolf be huntin' I put that on Mary-Anne that I am what I am, b***h **** the slice, I want the pie Why ask why 'til we die? Watch your soul stand in line for a slice of the Devil's pie (Carmen Electra) Drugs and thots, swim in wine Three or four at a time Watch 'em all stand in line for a slice of the Devil's pie (Carmen Electra)
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