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I'm cashin' six-figure checks and no currencies It's like we're not be tearin' it up from every
What the * is parlay on the M.I.C.? It's all ooh-la-la and how we mean
We make a stiff and bam-blown night lingerie Chop and hit the, you got to kill your team
Even the points no better than the * with me
* with me, * with me, * with me
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You know, when in Rome I sat down with the Romans
Said we need a black coat, guess you better be a woman
There'll be no more celibacy Even the Vatican knows not to * with me
I was there, I was born again You know every night I get the most of the day
They put the mic in the head of the wrong M.I.C.
Even the CIA knows not to * with me
* with me, * with me, * with me
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