Lyrics:
Mr. Clean Gucci out the cleaners I like Bally sneakers Pateks I Phillipe 'em And I like ghetto hoes Need me a Felicia Gold all on my teefus She call me
rockin' Jheri curls Optimum texturizers and gold teefus DJ EZ Dicc will give you a stone cold groove Let's all go to Doggyland, huh?
diamonds in my teefus Got me lookin' like a genius Leave you bloody like a fetus Cut your tongue off, leave you speechless Put some money on subpoenas
showing my teefus Baby show me your cleavage Give me a reason to give you everything in here but head, like I'm Bevis, I'm Rolling I can't stress over no
diamonds gon dance shield yo eyelids Fuck all my enemies You a nigga why you got bitch tendencies Ran up a bag then I dropped on my teefus Blind eyes could
FTP Burnout get the word out as I flip my bird out What you heard about Knocking Teefus out your mouth See what you about You're backing out Im
not friendly don't speak Shootin like a championship Like I'm Meek Iced out all my teefus toofus I'm wit the gang we get ruthless Iced out so icey like
get personal, I'll never let go If you did wanna run you'll get beat to the flo' I'ma go-rilla pimp you can call me great ape Knockin' teefus out ya
showing my teefus, baby show me your cleavage Give me a reason to give you everything in here but head, like I'm Bevis I'm Rollin I can't stress over no
fee I, Pimp hoes all the time, bust that rhyme Bust nuts on ho's teefus put my dick on her cleavage Ain't no simpin' nigga, me and my homies love
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