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Blaze A 50

Blaze a 50, sit back in the drop top Bezour Bentley

Of course wit me, this chick who'd make Bobby divorce Whitney

Brazilian candy, from Miami

Masseuse, wedding ring on, lovin' Celine Dion

Hate rap, told me where she get caked at

She's a part time dancer, part time romancer

Tries to be a mother when she gets a chance ta

Left her husband, alone to raise they son hes in pampersModeled for a year, got her bachelors degree

33 recoverin' from plastic surgery

Went from 34B to 36 double D

Met her in San Diego at tha Super Bowl party

Had the Heiny sipped it up, wit Terrell Davis

MVP, we flicked it up from Sports Illustrated

I was silked out, flossin' wit stout, he had the gators

When she walked in, she lit up the room, like Las VegasTerrell said our mans a full back for the Raiders

A drunk whod cheerleaders and wind up in the papers

It's easy to get the, just don't fall in love

Next thing you know I'm hugged up wit this in tha tub

Palm Springs, Al Capone's Sweate washin' her feet

Is this love? Somebody's wife a thug

Hittin' it raw, tastin' it, wildin' out on my character, tapin' it

Tyra Banks face is face lift, givin' like she knew me for yearsPillow talk, she let out tears, told me bout her husbands affairs

Millions, she would get, if his neck got slit

She rolled the equality, then passed the lie ta me

Told me 'bout her mans life insurance policy

He stays on the golf course, wears Drakkar Sport

Evenings he drinks his wines on his private resort

You can take a man here goes the keys you can slip in the rear

Chop a up, yo, meet me somewhere so we can make more money

Then you could ever see rappin'Split the cash 'n, move to Venezuela

Adaptin' P-11's, A-C-P shells for blastin'

Caught him wit his Spanish maid

He had a liter wit a can of spray

Burnin' her legs, she tied to the bed

Sex S and M, sadomasochistic

Sadistic, yoked her from behind

Blew him out existenceHis maid cried no, lucky she was blind fold

Naked wit, mad burn marks, all on her thighs yo

Twelve point five million, he kept his funds in the loines of London

Goes to his wife and his children

Yo I thought, what if shorty gets scared, electric chairs all I vision

All she'll probably get is psychiatric supervision

I'll switch the plan, then maybe fly to Switzerland

Fake ID, forge his wife name, catch the next flight the same night

Headed to Spain, nice game, now it's back to where we meet againBlaze a 50, sit back in a drop top Bezour Bently

Of course wit me, this chick who'd make Bobby divorce Whitney

Top down, nightmare, blow her hair

Sky black, stars glow, the face on the moon stare

Fast lane on the nine-five, honey laughs about the cash

Took a blast, out of her coke bag

Snorted it, started screamin' yo we almost crashed

Earlier I took the coke out, replaced it wit crushed up glass

Her head nodded down to her chest, slowly she fell asleep

Overwhelmed by greed, put to death

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