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N Yo Eyes

Rap cat like that

Top of the line freak i gotta get scratch

Don't waste time on a rat

Mickey Mouse hoes step back, Mickey Mouse hoes step back

I'm in high pursuit for a prostitute

In my baby blue suit, In my new leather boots

The game gets sticky, wanna know about mines?

I live my life through your car Alpine

Don't talk back, Hoe you thick

In this club hoe who u wit?

Holla back don't be fake like fruit

I spits my game if I think you cute

I talk about the? wit Sug or EQ

Anybody else well I don't know you

You love that freak 'cause she dress real fresh

She says goodnight but she don't rest

She might say daddy after 12 AM

Don't even play bitch go ahead pay that pimp

Roll around the bay bitch get that bread

In call, out call freak go ahead

You can even walk down San Pablo

Let a playa tell you whatcha mind don't know

I'm Fillmoe down everyday

I might laugh bitch but I really don't play

Roll my whip, spit my gift

Bitch holla back, but don't talk back

I can see the hoe lust N Yo Eyes

You got it past him but couldn't get it past I

I dress like Cody Jarret when I gotta knock sumin

The beats start bumpin when the freaks start humpin

Bring home sumin, don't make no mistakes

Why you talkin to the suckas buyin you drinks?

They lookin for a dream you lookin for the cream

Holla at me freak yo Khan na mean?

You can realize but you're a bit surprised

I can see a picture frame N Yo Eyes

I see Van Gogh, I see Picasso

I also see a rap cat from Fillmoe

That's a nice style let me lace your boots

This game is so official like a referee's whistle

Chicago, Fillmoe, Milwaukee

O-A-K, Frisco Bay, hey... Area Bay love Mac Dre...

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