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Young Money
Yeah
Four
Ahem
I tell her, now go 'n' pop that pussy for a real nigga
I already know that life is deep but I still dig her
Niggas is jealous but really I could care less
I'm in Hell's Kitchen with an apron and a hair net
Devil on my shoulder, the Lord as my witness
So on my Libra scale, I'm weighin' sins and forgiveness
What goes around, comes around like a hula hoop
Karma is a bitch? Well just make sure that bitch is beautiful
Life on the edge, I'm danglin' my feet
I tried to pay attention but attention paid me
Haters can't see me, nose bleed seats
And today I went shoppin' and talk is still cheap
I rock to the beat of my drumset
I've been at the top for a while and I ain't jump yet
But I'm Ray Charles to the bullshit
Now jump up on that dick and do a full split
Uh
She just started to pop it for a nigga
And looked back and told me, baby, it's real
And I say I ain't doubt you for a second
I squeeze it and I can tell how it feel
I wish we could take off and go anywhere but here
Baby you know the deal
And she bad, so maybe she won't, uh
But shit, then again, maybe she will
Yeah
Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin' game right now
She will, yeah
Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin' game right now
She will, she will, she will, uh
Maybe for the money and the power and the fame right now
She will, she will, she will, uh
Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin' game right now
She will, she will, she will
Yeah
I tell her, now go on, pop that pussy for me
Haters can't see me, but them bitches still lookin' for me
And you could take that to the bank and deposit that
Put your two cents in, and get a dollar back
Some people hang you out to dry like a towel rack
I'm all about I, give the rest of the vowels back