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Young Casanovas

One two we don't stop

C'mon c'mon we won't stop

We won't stop you don't stopYou already know that I am the man

and I'm always right and never wrong

You already know that I am the man

'Cause I'm always right and never wrongYo check it out

I'm the trife one Cease you got weed let me light one

Girls of different cultures chinese to the white ones

Home players, wild thing girl slayers

Cuties, big booties, big gave Coogies

Black white beautiful ain't nuttin I won't do for you

Backside so thick, won't fit inside a hula hoop

Shine on me baby, pour wine on you baby

I'ma drink it off your back, got a problem with that?

Fellas get me, sip Christ', count fifties

Split Phillies, girly girls they bet are you a Willie?

It's a trife world, ain't gon be nasty, you a nice girl

Liz Clayborne dresses, diamonds to white pearls

Wild thing though, do lot of things low

Make a wise man grow to a live man a show

Only problem with the trife one is I stay low

Blowin' lye with guys who got they eyes on my dough[Chorus]

We got riches, we got bitches

You want drama, we got guns

I'm that kid, from Harlem World

and you know where I'm from

Now my team, is out for cream

and you know exactly what I mean

So any click tryin to stop us

is the click that gets seenYo, yo, yo, Ceaser Leo, aiyyo

Aiyyo wherever I go buy all hydro

Lie low so I don't get harassed by five-oh

Used to be in the red star, gettin' my head slobbed

from the old school hoe that swallowed the egg nog

I chill of course until I feel I'm the boss

Until they got Lil' Cease face on the Source

Got girls that be clever, that's on another level

Tell me I'm your hero, Cease DeGeanero

Need a wild thing, so the town can swing

Pull the hair back and forth, layin' pounds of cream

Bet Cease break your crutches with a crowded team

Fulfillin' wishes to they misses with a thousand dreams

I got, mouth to feed, pretty childs to breed

If you really drinkin' babies, youse can swallow the seed

When it come to the sex I like it better on your knees

Fore I hit the kitty cat, gotta check it for flees[Chorus]Aiyyo nobody used to speak to me

To launch paper got me Geechie G, now every broad

keep beepin' me, frequently, know the frequency

Just to speak to me, yes leave with me, but recently

Get Proposals, of Indecency, but can't cost a penny

'Cause now I want Moore than Demi, but I ain't mousy

Matter fact, we can get rowdy

But only green papers with the faces arouse me

Now I know what a woman think, but girl I'm top ten rank

But I only get hard when I see Ben Frank in the bank

It don't pay to baby don't show up

But know what? Better catch me fore my price go up

I'm a hoe slut for the dough but, I want the paper

To come, til I throw up, so girl grow up

You need to slow up the stash, I ain't all about us

'Cause a nigga like Kam all I need is my cash

I want my money.[Chorus: x3]

Songwriters

Smith, Rashad / Calloway, Reggie / Betha, Mason / Gills, Kameron / Lloyd, James Kowan / Spain, Rayshaun APublished by

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