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Uh, uh, check it out (yeah)Junior M.A.F.I.A. (hehe, mm)Uh (I like this) Yeah, yeah. Nine-fo' (keep bangin)To all the ladies in the place with style and graceAllow me to lace these lyrical douches, in your bushesWho rock grooves and make moves with all the mommiesThe back of the club, sippin' Moet, is where you'll find me (what?)The back of the club, mackin' hoes, my crew's behind me (huh)Mad question askin', blunt passin', music blastin'But I just can't quit'Cause one of these honies Biggie gots ta creep withSleep with, keep the ep a secret why notWhy blow up my spot 'cause we both got hotNow check it, I got more Mack than Craig and in the bedBelieve me sweety I got enough to feed the needyNo need to be greedy I got mad friends with Benz'sC-notes by the layers, true fuckin'' playersJump in the Rover and come overTell your friends jump in the GS3, I got the chronic by the tree"I love it when you call me big poppa"Throw your hands in the air, if you'se a true player"I love it when you call me big pop-pa"To the honies gettin' money playin' niggas like dummies"I love it when you call me big poppa"Letras de cancionesIf you got a gun up in your waist please don't shoot up the place (why?)'Cause I see some ladies tonight that should be havin' my baby, babyStraight up honey really I'm askin'Most of these niggas think they be mackin' but they be actinWho they attractin' with that line, "What's your name what's your sign?"Soon as he buy that wine I just creep up from behindAnd ask what your interests are, who you be withThings to make you smile, what numbers to dialYou gon' be here for a while, I'm gon' go call my crewYou go call your crewWe can rendezvous at the bar around twoPlans to leave, throw the keys to 'Lil CeasePull the truck up, front, and roll up the next bluntSo we can steam on the way to the telly go fill my bellyA t-bone steak, cheese eggs and Welch's grapeConversate for a few, 'cause in a few, we gon' doWhat we came to do, ain't that right boo (true)Forget the telly we just go to the criband watch a movie in the jacuzzi smoke L's while you do me"I love it when you call me big pop-pa"Throw your hands in the air, if youse a true player"I love it when you call me big pop-pa"To the honies gettin' money playin' niggas like dummies"I love it when you call me big pop-pa"If you got a gun up in your waist please don't shoot up the place (why?)'Cause I see some ladies tonight that should be havin' my baby, baby(How ya livin' Biggie Smalls?) In mansion and Benz's givin' ends to my friends and it feels stupendousTremendous cream, fuck a dollar and a dreamStill tote gats strapped with infrared beams (what?)Choppin O's, smokin' lye an' Optimo'sMoney hoes and clothes all a nigga knowsA foolish pleasure, whateverI had to find the buried treasure, so grams I had to measureHowever living better now, Gucci sweater nowDrop top BM's, I'm the man girlfriendHoney check it, tell your friends, to get with my friendsAnd we can be friends, shit we can do this every weekendAight? Is that aight with you? Yeah, keep bangin'"I love it when you call me big poppa"Throw your hands in the air, if youse a true player"I love it when you call me big poppa"To the honies gettin' money playin' niggas like dummies"I love it when you call me big pop-pa"If you got a gun up in your waist please don't shoot up the place (why?)'Cause I see some ladies tonight that should be havin' my baby, babyUh, check it out, nine-fo' shit for dat assPuff Daddy, Biggie Smalls, Junior M.A.F.I.A, represent baby, baby! Uh From Letras Mania