Everyday when I'm rollin through
Playas watch me cuz they know I
Hey I know I'm shinin' I'm fresh
pearl bodies in a crispy tee
Love to hate me 'cause you

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Get nowI shine like Neptune, Venus,
and Mars in ya face in ya state
In and outta cars, interstate,
win a date with one of my broads
But you gotta hate a bitch before
That's what shinin' about and
You can tear her linin out,
You want the presence of pimpin',
I'm walkin' while limpin'
And holdin' on the drink that I'm sippin',
I'm flippin' the script an'
I'm slidin' while I'm dippin' my whip in,
It's so drastic, boombastic, this shits a hit,
Matter fact nephew this bitch is a classic,
Ayo locie loc' let's blow some dope,
better yet lets go for dough
Hoe for hoe, I'm so fa sho,
and so low and sensational
Now wuts the haps on the bottle
I'm Rick James bitch I got fasho money
and I ain't hatin' for nothin'
But it be so funny cowards be wantin'
see me with my eyes and nose runny
I got nails and burbs while you got pounds of curbs,
Basically around the burbs I'm fittin' like a Lego block,
While I'm sittin' in an eight o drop,
these suckaz tell me keep it gangsta
when they ain't lookin' I be doin' population control
Then I'm lookin' for a breezy with a whole lotta soul
so I can have a malfunction in my wardrobe
To not the jada with the ??, its the Jada with the fo' fifth,
With Snoop be in the front and his ***elry
shinin' all through his clothes and little tigger's
In the back on the low, but
Keep doin' what you doin'
Uh ya, uh like a African diamond that's
deeper than rappin' and rhymin'
Success happens with timin', over here
I'm doin' low with the punk
When I'm over there I'm in the low low
with my unc and all the bitches
Lookin' for us but I ain't lookin' for puss,
right now ma I'm lookin' for cush
And I'm strapped with the pound and ?? shoes,
Uh uh after my surrounding,
air force ones, jeans, city lab
A fitted that's when I'm back in the
town and don't get it confused
be home in a year with duffel bags out on the lawn
So much money my *****z be
countin' it wrong, so many hits
I can't keep count of the songs and we still grindin',
And ya'll still hate but we