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Baby I shout like a light, but this for a price, I know it look nice

You on the fucker, the mic, and I got a life, you say I'm your type

You know you can't be my wife, but you get the pipe, and I'm outta sight

I'm break it down and rollin' up loud, my ******, they straight out the pound

Sit back and think about all of my ******, I try to help get off the ground