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C Note Know What I M Talkin Bout

know I'm tal'n bout), put them diamonds in your mouth (know I'm tal'n bout), pulling up looking real clean (know I'm tal'n bout), Navigator filled with

Verse Two:] I put hoes in NY onto DKNY (uh-huh) Miami, D.C. prefer Versace (that's right) All Philly hoes, dough and Moschino (c'mon) Every cutie

I'm a playa, don't need ya (ughh) anyway OK, let's talk about this ice that I'm carryin All these karats like I'm some kinda vegetarian If they play,

in my cup And this Buddah got me stuck I'm just trying to compose myself (compose myself) I don't know why I act this way I just wanna be left alone I'm

it. They don't know what that star 'bout They don't know what that bar 'bout They don't know what that candy car 'bout Or smokin' that joint 'bout. All

sex, on the villa up in Malibu Marry who? Daddy please I'm takin' it all from the stash to the keys So let me see, boo I'm bout to dead my mans for

G?! I'm like Oh-you-are? Don't be talkin all them lies like I don't know you boy Don't be talkin all them lies like I can't show you boy (Yea) Put your

thought that I was slumpin I was steadily pumpin Niggaz talkin bout a drop but man I ain't dealin nothin I'm a self made nigga on the grind in the skreets

it I get ferocious Blow this whole shit and leave me in them roaches In your car motion I cause commotion And I probably need some lotion but I don't get fucked I