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Weezy-baby, baby what it do, I'm try to holla at you. I ain't upset, but I'll blind you if I smile at you. You rock'n wit young Chris and the best rapper. So leave your phone, bring your friends, let the rest happen. A lil' patron, a lil' hen, I'm on Cavalli Vodka. I'm in Cavalli jeans, got on Cavalli boxers. I'm fresher than a newborn. And um:I can work you out like a futon. And um:you can leave your birthday suit on, I'ma leave my boots on. I'ma leave my jewels on. Never know what you want. I'ma leave that tool on. Never know who home. I learned that from a Biggy song. On to a new one. Some like a redbone. Ohh I think she like me, she got me on a ringtone. And I told her, "Get yours, girl and don't you stop." Now gimme that funk, that gushy stuff. "Sluta förvandlas till en hiphopare!"
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