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them people living their lives (living their lives)
We're feeling alive

[Chorus]
She's like a star in the sky, Pink Lady
When she walks by, Pink
Conversation, is going round
Bitches be talking bout me all over town
I got your lady, all on my balls
Ever since I was a fool in juvenile hall
Conversation, is going round
Bitches be talking bout me all over town
I got your lady, all on my balls
Ever since I was a fool in juvenile hall
bitches
Lemme see ya do tha bankhead if ya richest
It's the rap Mae West to Q - B
And I got all my sisters with me

Oh this is ladies night, and our
Jake for dick and Ki
They loving the mixed flavors lift ya pink and clink
London to main state, I’m major, Miss AB
They fucking with young savior, make
a white lady
I ain't lying, I'mma shine like a nickel or a diamond
I smoke a lot of weed to keep them bitches off of my mind
Girl stop talking that shit
thick like sugar cane
Give me brain til my heads shrink'an
If you drink'an, I'm think'an 
About coppin you a mink an' in the pink Lincoln
Bitches want
him by himself, "What's up Tony?"
"Hey yo, where's the bitches at nigga?"
Where's the bitches?

Yeah, give me my space
Lord ain't enough time to chase
bitches
Lemme see ya do tha bankhead if ya richest
It's the rap Mae West to Q - B
And I got all my sisters with me

Oh this is ladies night, and our
bitches
Lemme see ya do tha bankhead if ya richest
It's the rap Mae West to Q - B
And I got all my sisters with me

Oh this is ladies night, and our
Halle Berry
I'll be the ghetto Damon Wayans
In charge like the Lakers
You got your pink 380
I got my black nine for the haters
My homies call you
I was sittin' outside in the front yard
Lawn chair, kiddie pool, soakin' up the sun
Old man walks by and said, "We got this thing called ambition
Why
upstairs in your best yes
Dressed to impress
Spark these bitches interest
Jazze on the beat so sweet
Ladies know you feel me
Grab your titties for the B.I.G
The Biggie duets (Uh)
Jazze Phizzle (phizzle phizzle)
Jagged Edge
Biggie Smalls
Ladies and gentlemen...

I go, on and on and on and 
Don't
[Verse 1: Trina]
Icy blue rocks on my arm I shop at Malone for Louie Vinton
The diamond diva miss Cinderella, Versace gown by Donna Tella
sugar cane
Give me brain 'til my heads shrink' an
If you drink' an, I'm think' an
About coppin' you a mink an' in the pink Lincoln

Bitches wanna
Six broads to choose, they six pros 
Light-skinned Asian bitches with pink toes 

[Chorus: x2]

Now I done been around the world twice, back again
Got 'em goin' crazy  wonderin' when they could cop shit 
First lady  Ruff Ryder  honey got the hot shit 
Star bound  money now  for jet black drop
wish my people had other ways
I'm thankful that a brother's paid that a brother's paid
But how can I be happy my hair is still nappy
I miss my grand
about me was true and legendary
I done got Lewinsky and paid secretaries
For all my niggas with babies by bitches
That use their kids as meal tickets
girl that he on
Go 'head and tell him now
"You gon' miss me when I'm gone"

Aye yo, Ci Ci
Let me show you how to do a singin' bitch, greasy
You was by
lady 
I let you ride with a player in my new truck 
Take you straight to my house, you can do me up 
And back down again, get around your friends
excuse me Miss Thang with your nose ring
The way your body swing, you make a nigga wanna sing
I can tell by the bling-bling, you like the finer things
oh hey hey hey, hold on.  
Yeah, that's the one by me, yo.  Yeah. {the beat starts}  
They just don't know, I'm in the strip club tonight.  
I ain't
bitches, specialist lounging at the mosque
Suede kufi wrap, undercover dentist
Rhymes is made of garlic, never in the target when the NARCs hit
Rumor is you