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I say thanks to the boogie, up jumps the boogie I'm talkable for down lows' Chilling with brown hoes, they all up in my woodie Hoping the sound low so niggas understood me But tell me what they do, though, homie chill with the' She always yelling how cool, though, I peep, she higher than Pluto Oups, I meant Saturn, kill 'em with them patterns 'to me that should be your hazard Shorty, she be always yapping, yo niggas thinking I'm popping We chilling but never chopping, they asking me when I'm dropping Reason? I just stop 'em, then again, probably I'm like Ozy, my sweater's better than Cosby 'no reason why I'm trusting you, most of the music you put on is real like' I kill 'em with them raps, I remember '06 and I'm all feeling no abs In this world sometime I feel I'm trapped Missed the clock, lean on me, then somebody get me that Show love to the next brother, shouts out to my ex-lover I was the best for you, keep it to you, I was a breast lover 'no reason to kill guys, hopefully they smarten up and these midges will realize Real eyes, real eyes From Letras Mania