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always come around
You parfume the air,
your black dress is always there.

Oh my lady lady lady lady lady night
Oh my lady lady lady lady lady night
Oh my
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    I Know Him So
with dollars, ladies go gaga
I’m the cum-lada, top of the class
Black Wall Street so my stock will never crash
Given what I ask, pure religion and cash
gotta be those too and not some other shit
Take me to the mothership
Hate me I'm Abramovich
I'm Lady Gaga, I'm a fag, I'm a lesbian
See me playin'
(They dribble on my balls in the whip, now that's a sports car)
Dog, you gotta see him when he drive by
(Cock-eyed) Have all the Ladys goin' GaGa
Me?
guerrillas, mercenary killers
Beat's by the Pound, haters get clowned
Gone worldwide, but true to the underground

(P and Silkk)
Blow coheva blunts, keep e'm
the sober you
The sober me be more nervous than Waka Flocka in the voting booth
We beef like being deep and dumping K's
You beef like Lady Gaga and her
Once upon a time, there was a little black girl
In the brust of projects of Detroit, Mexico
At fifteen, she was spotted by an Ebony Fashion Fair
If I ever had money, I would do some crazy shit
I'd probably hire Lady Gaga to babysit
So give me money, and I'll be like "Fuck it"
I'll drop a hundred
Won't jump on the bandwagon or the train, my friend
The mass is not a fashion or a trend
We're not the saint that go marching in, my friend
And by
Once upon a time, there was a little black girl
In the brust of projects of Detroit, Mexico
At fifteen, she was spotted by an Ebony Fashion Fair
(Moka always brings it home)
Let's do it, up and, keep it on

We built a foundation, brick by brick
Eye for an eye, keep your eyes on this
a {*beatboxin*} Yes and we rockin'!
Six : Street fashion, lookin' fly
Catchin' the eye while them cats walk on by
Seven: Street language, our verbal
Nice ]
I got a shitload of story tales in my sack
Please come in, hang your coat on the rag
While you at it, make my coffee black
So I can get
the juice you never com-pare
Ladies shake your derriere
Homeboy, this ain't a fashion fair
Who's that booty over there?
Whattup baby, what's your name?
You
Uh huh yeah 
Now this is for all the sexy ladies show out, 
Now I am I am Trina 2010
Yeah I'm showing out

[Chorus]
Shawty shut it down she
to sit pretty by the time I got old
I got cheese but that doesn't mean I got soul
I got black power and a black bank roll
Stank chicks, they sweat my knot
America gone plastic 

And now there's Dylan dripping from his mouth 
He's hitching himself way down south 
To learn a little black and blues 
From old
times of fel-an-fo-fi 
Like cobalt cast and clean 
I got a mojo felt the wheel 
Real fashion feel 
Tri-Jack it, black it for more 
Handcuffs with
I’ll never it die, I’ll never let it die, I’ll never let it die

'Cause it isn't the fashion, the cash, and isn't the trashing hotels
It's the pit
the wheel 
Real fashion feel 
Tri-Jack it, black it for more 
Handcuffs with special keys 
Triple locked and been down defiled
It's a V. S. I. 

Throw