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| This shorty gonna try dis shit Hit em' up style wit dis flava bit Find'n my place, find'n my name Come on out, cause we gonna git lit Im about to turn dis around This is also a gurls game now Any foo who gits in my way Is gonna be in my burial groun All these guys talk'n bout their bitches n hoes But I can see right thru u'r amature flows Always puttin down the female race Betta watch out when they put u in ur place Now I dont got a rep for bein bad Dont fuck the play'as or dress scantily clad Im a good gurl n I dont lie Came to you from da West Coast side Makin my name across this town No matta whats said, never back'n down |
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| Bein shutdown, riped my heart out wit his hand Invested a year of my life wit dis man But Im back on track in dis single life U'll git wit me wit the right role of u'r dice Dont dare be a play'a, dont play that game Treat me good, and i'll treat u the same Come over here baby, we can have a fun time I'll git you high witout spend'n a dime Im dat street walk'n, talk'n, bit'n my lip gurl The virgin catholic private school gurl Here to show ya what Im all about I'll blow u'r mind wit a kiss to da mouth Got my 50 dolla bills n sexy thrills my ice so icy it'll give ya the chills |
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| Muzic's a blarin Clothes a darin Blunts a sharin Playas a starin Gonna git this party goin Rhymes a flowin Thongs a showin Skins a glowin This shits a growin, While I... Strollin in grabbin a drink See ya starin, give ya a wink Starin at ya without a blink Come on ova, tell me what ya think Dancin wit u'r body gainst mine Now I know u know I think your fine We got all night cause its only nine Your touch sendin shivers up my spine Makin me sweat Dont stop yet Boy your set To git me wet So lets take another toke Grab a rum n coke Enjoy this last song Before we'r up and gone |
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| This is da gurlz game now And it ain't the same Why u still tryin' it aight worth the pain Yer head ain't workin', its way to slow You smoke to much dope n' it shows in yer flows We come into the room, with 1 look yer like whoa We git up in yer face n' we start the show I start spittin ma rhymes from beginin' to end Then i head home n' grab a pad n' a pen Ma words start flowin' like it some kinda joke Then I load up a bowl n' take a couple of tokes Go back at it, start breakin' it down My name will be well know all over tha town Cuz dis is da gurlz game now And it ain't da same Why you still tryin it ain't worth the pain Yer head ain't workin', its way to slow You smoke to much dope n' it shows in yer flows |
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