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    I'm in a whiptail smashin' it
    Mase wen't to chruch, set down, imagine it
    Who me? Devil's Advocate Shit
    Tell a tail to cry, just so you could fail to lie
    Me, Un, Suge, Pac would go to jail and die for this
    Fuck school, A and E murder major, ???? flavors, uh
    Listen to the coach you heard the players got schemin' targets
    Philly hoes boost clothes from out of Neiman Marcus
    Real hot, while your flashin' out, Gucci jean suit
    Jacket foult, oh yeah, matchin' belt, uh, she so independent
    But I slapped her, why? cause I ain't slapped a ho in a minute
    I'm low, low, low in a Range Rov tinted
    Same fo frontin', be the same fo who'll get it
    Uh, and we big cats, jig cats, clcik triggas
    Pig nigga, bring the hook in 6 figures

    [Chorus]
    For my cats with the ice, who don't need no wife
    We getting head tonight (Whatever)
    To all my honeys that stall, give a dummy a call
    Get his money and ball (Whatever)

    Cats don't mess with ya'll, cause ya'll are dummies
    Cats fuck with me cause I tell, "Let's get money"
    Get it, get a benz, come through on 20s
    Me and Jim Jones, stay fighting 2 on 20
    Fuck it, the hoods scary and all my whips they should vary
    You cheap niggaz still shopping up up in woodbury
    I'm 5th westwood, carlotafella, sarachuf, paragamo, John Galiano
    And my girls they be blessin' me first
    Took 'em out of Foot Locker and that referee shirt
    And I put that on the death of me first, test me, an'll squirt
    Best be alert, cause yo sexy could hurt
    Uh, cause one thing I can't stand is a pussy chick
    I need a "Here ma, goof this in your pussy" chick
    All these sleazes trying to be my Hillary, Winnie or Wheezy
    LADIES TAKE IT EASY

    [Chorus]
    To all my cats in the club, who be dead at the bar
    We getting head in the car (Whatever)
    To all my women whippin' a Jeep, getting it sweet
    Have 'em licking your feet (Whatever)

    Yo, yo, let's stab 'em, let's stick 'em
    Let's get 'em, get all of his spinach
    Grab 'em, and flip 'em, while Killa get all of the women
    Bakardi in lemon, Ferri at lemon, party in Lennon
    Sorry I'm limbin', I'm just fronin' ya'll; ya tittes
    I'll touch 'em, I'll kiss 'em, I'll hug 'em, I'll suck 'em
    If I'm with a chick, most likely I'm trying to fuck 'em
    Not tryin' cuff 'em, tryin' a duck 'em, lyin' I love 'em
    Have with a pie in they're oven
    Shit, to me, ya'll a dime a dozen
    No time for buzzin', beat it, go find a husband
    Shit, that'll trick on you, buy you a ton of clothes
    I'm at the Tunnel, they let in 500 hoes
    I'm at the bar, see shorty is bent
    My ratio up in here, fucked 40 percent
    Shit, drink is sour, armaretta, yo
    Whatever, forever, but won't stop my chedda

    [Chorus]
    For all my cats with the ice, who don't need no wife
    We getting head tonight (Whatever)
    To my honey's that stall, give a dummy a call
    Get his money and ball (Whatever)

    To all my cats in the club, who be dead at the bar
    We getting head in the car (Whatever)
    To all my women whippin' a Jeep
    Getting it sweet, have 'em licking ya feet (Whatever)

    And I don't care how bad no chick is, I ain't licking nobody's feet
    (Whatever) Killa (Whatever)