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Oh My Momma (Momma) On My Hood (Hood) I Look Fly (Yeah) I Look Good (Good) Touch My Swag (Swag) Wish You Could (Could) I Look Fly (Yeah) I Look Good (Good) Hundred on a neck ware Fifty on a stop-watch Glaring at the diamonds make ya bust it baby hop-scotch Over here to my spot Say she wanna party I do it big baby like my L.R.G. Show the air-harded winner Feeling like a rock band Eighty-seven jeans and white-T when on the block man Jay's still rocking Forces still moving Chuck Taylor's killing Adidas still grooving Locs on my face But that's just the front Take em off and show the haters when I wanna stunt Get'cha high like a blunt Rolling up the best Fruity Pebbles got a hands rolling up my chest With me you don't wanna mess mayne touch my (swag) Shopping off the bandanna make ya throw the white (flag) Get it to the whip game Momma had the bread Paint grain woman that's white-banger make ya leg Mayne! Oh My Momma (Momma) On My Hood (Hood) I Look Fly (Yeah) I Look Good (Good) Touch My Swag (Swag) Wish You Could (Could) I Look Fly (Yeah) I Look Good (Good) I Look Good (Good!) I Look Good (Good!) I Look Good (Good!) I Look Good (Good!) I Look Good (Good!) I Look Good (Good!) I Look Good (Good!) I Look Good (Good!) Ballin' is a drug That I don't mind abusing Gucci on my body Jay walking in the fusions Hit the La-Tex get it poppin' in the lusions Tell ya right now plexing catch the tusions Who lights the fan? Hot like a flame Boys throw a Haterade on me still ain't his thang Double shots rain Hand on patron Round of that white and all the what'cha own Shawty jocking my calone Greed it'll make ya hurt Three hundred a bottle Thirty dollars for a squirt Got'cha sweating out'cha shirt You can get the biz Sumthin' on ya mind What it do, what it is Can't close your eye lids See the fid in the fiddy Yup, guilty I'm ballin' but I better finna quit it Gone in a minute Probably ain't though I put it in ya face bro, I stay throwed Oh My Momma (Momma) On My Hood (Hood) I Look Fly (Yeah) I Look Good (Good) Touch My Swag (Swag) Wish You Could (Could) I Look Fly (Yeah) I Look Good (Good) I Look Good (Good!) I Look Good (Good!) I Look Good (Good!) I Look Good (Good!) I Look Good (Good!) I Look Good (Good!) I Look Good (Good!) I Look Good (Good!) Shawty's in the club yeah See a lot of beep beep Gucci and Nechay and B.C.B.G Dolce and Gabbana oh I want 'em I'm a pardon me Rocking your republic Apple Bottom in that AR and B Slowly to some R and B Think we need some R and R Take me to the V.I.P. and drop me like a Farram car Hop in my purple label Ralph Lauren collar Look like money Smell like dollars Shawty look sexy Smell like Prada Christian make ya hating hoes holla Pop a Grey Goose bottle And let's carry on Grip ya baby fetlet Trojan me carry me home Thuggin' make ya momma moan Got a Blackberry phone Try'na catch me sliding in a hostel-dairion Ya make the band like Sean Cole Two fly to be shown C.H.A.L.I.E. I'm gone Mayne! Oh My Momma (Momma) On My Hood (Hood) I Look Fly (Yeah) I Look Good (Good) Touch My Swag (Swag) Wish You Could (Could) I Look Fly (Yeah) I Look Good (Good) I Look Good (Good!) I Look Good (Good!) I Look Good (Good!) I Look Good (Good!) I Look Good (Good!) I Look Good (Good!) I Look Good (Good!) I Look Good (Good!) |
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