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[intro]
let me in where it’s warm
uh_huh. oh! yeah, yeah
oh, she look good
she look good over there, yeah
oh, that’s her n_gga over there, huh
oh, he’s supposed to be another mob boss, huh
he know we don’t give a f_ck about all that sh_t
tell her, come here

[hook]
can i get inside your world
i just want to know you, girl
hold on tight and don’t let go
moving fast and moving slow
girl, you make my temperature rise
your s_xy ways cause you’re so fine
and i wanna be your special friend
but it’s cold outside, so let me in

[verse 1]
i stepped in the club with a gang of clowns
i went to the spot where all the hustlers hang out
i was chilling at the table talking beers with joe
what your motherf_ckers know about that godd_mn block
now, there was couples and k!llers and real mob figures
pimps, players, and gangsters and d_boy n_ggas
we chilling at the coco cabana
joe tapped me on the shoulder
said this girl looking at you
finding a motherf_cker big booty style
giving me f_ck faces
couldn’t stop smiling
now, peep, she was married to another maid n_gga
well known in the hood as straight mob figure
she came up to her boss, slipped the n_gga the digits
i guess her n_gga right hand man turned around and saw this sh_t
she hopped in my whip, started giving me brains
and the phone rang, and her n_gga started talking strange
[interlude]
aye!
i’ll k!ll you and that n_gga, b_tch
i know you with that n_gga
???
you ain’t gotta worry about a n_gga

[hook]

[interlude]
alright, babe. it’s your final stop
nah, nah, nah, nah. you ain’t gotta say nothing
yeah, hit me on the ear cancer, lady

[verse 2]
i dropped her off, early in the morning
we was getting it in at the crack of dawn
i poked off the traffic, headed to the homie
i looked through my rear view, some n_ggas started telling me
i didn’t panic
i hit my n_gga on the cell
he said, come up here, homie at the snooty tooty motel
i banked a right on the corner
i parked my car at the telly
feeling no noise
when they got out the car, a bum asked him for a quarter
but little did they know, this was about to be a slaughter
they dug into their pockets, gave the bum a little sound
and when they turned away to follow me, the bum started dumping
now bring the yellow tape. i call little mama
you ain’t never gotta worry about this cupcake
that’s my word
[hook]

- kokane

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