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You can be my private dancer.. (Now) you, you can by my, you can be my private.. Verse One: Walk in the spot, lookin' fly, at the corner of my eye, see
as a king with Reilly's daughter. Suddenly a footstep on the stairs Who should it be but Reilly out for slaughter With two pistols in his hands Looking
the channels, Fox 5, 11 and 2 He said be safe lil' bro Just hit me when you need some money We taking G4 private plane We 'bout to leave the country It’s a knock
that hoe candy, workin it backwards Lookin at her titties got my dick hard like she's a private dancer Kicked the door down, his pants down, my gat in
earrings, someone must be tuggin' You were a dancer who could always be found clubbin' Now you're world renowned with the frown you're luggin' Come to think
running Just keep me coming And I come running Cause I'm your dog Baby I'm your dog So whenever you call I come running She's impressed by a fat
Bitch, you know you've been fucked by many So come and be my private dancer I got some money if that's the answer I really want to be
I like big booty and big ol' titties Bitch, you know you've been fucked by many So come and be my private dancer I got some money if that's
strip dancer that you met in a club (chorus) they turned dollars into dimes and dimes to dubs mesmorized by your brothas when I enter the club and though
To Cali Cali, is we strapped? Yes! Private jet, gat in the vest, packed with the (?) Hit Nate soon as I land, hop in the van Everything calm and cool,
TVs, plush leather livin comfortably And my own private dancers to keep my dick up Two big niggas for my pick ups, ready to do my stick ups Two
Never make my enemy public I'm a private dancer Dancing for money (Let's get together, let's rock!) D-d-d-d-dance Monkey Dance you god damn Monkey Do
don't stop" *repeat x2* "Now I'm gonna show you how the East Coast rocks" "??? are jumpin out of shoes and socks" Verse One: Dray, Books Higgity-hey
No ceilings Oh oh OK, I got this chrome on this Bugatti I'm strong in this Bugatti 2 v8's aint no such thing as driving calm in this Bugatti
bought What the FUCK you thought That Fiend State ya rank The silent private That be pistol whippin niggas down to the ground Till there bodies turn blue
saying greatness is my tendency No such thing as sympathy, more money, my remedy Pockets on, heavy D, bitch I'm hot, third degree Whip I drive? Owned by
ya mouth away Hit the, hit the stage, bring it, bring it on to the flo' Stick the money in my lace strap if you want a show I'm a private dancer, be
[Fiend talking] Yo, Yo What's up to all my muthafuck soldiers, My thugs, my warriors, my survivors out there It's Fiend excited private wit'
she started stalking Pop all the perky, yeah a halftime Little mamma pussy soaking, yeah it's bath time I put a nine inside a two liter I'ma send