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Tameeka

Yo, this goes out to all the Tameeka's, yeah

All around the world, you know, who you are, I see youHey yo, I might this shorty up on 125th

She was standing 5'4" with her hands on her hips

She had the clothes on, capris send it to the tip

Body when she walks, she pulled the keys to the whipI was laughing in the Bentley, when the stop light changed

Thought I just might but 5-0 flipped the game

She looked at me as I made my way

As I rolled up, I asked, What's your name?Tameeka, hot chick, what chick, got chick

Now she's about to blow your spot chick

Tameeka, you know, the type

That mom's don't want you hanging with

Tameeka, and if you gotta girl, make sure

She's the one you're bringing with Tameeka

Hey yo, she ain't the one to be playing withI talk black about things I do

Guess she could tell 'cause my rocks got blue

And every man ain't gotta different girl like you

Is he what, is he cool?But as I got a mess on the platinum two way

Said, She'd see me the Friday

Friday came and went

That was a week and I haven't never meet Tameeka, since TameekaYeah, hot chick, what chick, got chick

Now she's about to blow your spot chick

Tameeka, you know, the type

That mom's don't want you hanging with

Tameeka, and if you gotta girl, make sure

She's the one you're bringing with Tameeka

Hey yo, she ain't the one to be playing withMeeka , who could do you betta than the one you with

No more shoppin' on 1-2 fifth, so you could run through Tiff's

Who else, you'd rather be in a V 1-2 if tther than

Young F A B O L O U S, I'm a hot kid, hot vid and I don't got kids

Benzs, Bentley's and they don't got lidsMeet me then you can say you know a roller

I don't tak to chicks, unless it's through Motorola's

Plus the kid ain't the one to be playin' with either

Look at me and tell I have trouble stayin' with fevas

I be layin' with divas, and I don't like nothin' butAnd not the one that be playin' with beavas

It's something about the way your switch it shakes

The airbags almost came out when I hit the brakes

The others got Mickey D's, I'ma get you steaks

My mom's hatin' tellin' me not to hang with you, for realTameeka, hot chick, what chick, got chick

Now she's about to blow your spot chick

Tameeka, you know, the type that

Mom's don't want you hanging with

Tameeka, and if you gotta girl, make sure

She's the one you're bringing with Tameeka

Hey yo, she ain't the one to be playing withTameeka, hot chick, what chick, got chick

Now she's about to blow your spot chick

Tameeka, you know, the type that

Mom's don't want you hanging with

Tameeka, and if you gotta girl, make sure

She's the one you're bringing with Tameeka

Hey yo, she ain't the one to be playing withTameeka, hot chick, what chick, got chick

Now she's about to blow your spot chick

Tameeka, you know, the type that

Mom's don't want you hanging with

Tameeka, and if you gotta girl, make sure

She's the one you're bringing with Tameeka

Hey yo, she ain't the one to be playing withYeah, Tameeka

I know, I know, I know

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