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Every little thing she does is magic... Know why? Cause she ain't a bitch [Verse One] You see... There was a black man, a white man, and a Chinese man and God was giving out hair He said, "Black man, what kind of hair do you want?" He said, "Just ball mine up and throw it here." Don't nothing come to sleepers but dreams And then you wake up with reality in the distance, spinning and thinning complaining Don't do me...God No damn favor You hate me cause I pimp a prostitute You think I'm playin' nigga, after you Now here's a person, here's a place, here's a thing we can a game Oh yeah, you're glasses before you enter cause me and you, we don't see the same thang I dance low, low, low, lower, lower, lower Hair flying bounce you notice I ain't for play No day I mean every motherfucking word that I say What's fly to me is that the real ones Catch on, bring you up Respect the game, look out for daddy and know to shut the fuck up [Hook] I'm driving I'm thinking Checking out my business you better believe me Hoeing Prostitution Tell me patna what is yo' solution [Verse Two] Do what you say, say what you mean cause one thing leads to another But I guarantee that understanding me I'll prolly make you pop a plea to your brother City lights, heavy traffic just


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