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I'm the care man (Squat made the beat) See, I got bitches come and fuck me every now and then (B100) Who am I? Huh, yeah, yeah, I'm the care man See, I got bitches come and fuck me every now and then She bring her partner to the spot, I take care of them See, I bust one and then I watch, I'm a real player Look, told my youngin go and air it out and go take care of them They put real pressure on your block 'cause I take care of them He 'bout to come pick up a block, go'n take care of him, yeah You can't sell a nigga rock 'less you take care of him Look, hit the block, yeah Phone ringin' early, it ain't even seven o'clock, huh The early bird get the worm, time to set up shop, yeah, uh Serve you in a hurry In the kitchen cookin' pot, thought it was curry, uh, uh Whip an Audemar, go whip a Rollie, huh, yeah, uh Run off with that pack, boy, this shit stolen, huh, yeah, uh I know BG got that stick, see, he barely can tote it, yeah Kay just hit a lick, best believe I put him on it, uh Hellraiser, caretaker, soul-taker I just counted up like three mil', I want some more paper If you ever piss me off, I'ma want your paper Uh, if you ever piss me off, I'ma want your paper Letras de canciones Who am I? Huh, yeah, yeah, I'm the care man See, I got bitches come and fuck me every now and then She bring her partner to the spot, I take care of them See, I bust one and then I watch, I'm a real player Look, told my youngin go and air it out and go take care of them They put real pressure on your block 'cause I take care of them He 'bout to come pick up a block, go'n take care of him, yeah You can't sell a nigga rock 'less you take care of him Ayy, you can't sell a dub here, you a dub here Heard shawty was havin' paper then, yeah, that was him Ayy, he went broke on that lil' bitch, she say she loved him I broke the bezel on that bitch, I tried to flood him, huh, uh I billed the hell out of that lil' bitch, couldn't even afford me, huh (Bitch) I had to break the one ho phone, she was tryna record me (Give me that shit) I had to put the Maybach, motherfucker, on Forgis (Skrrt) I had to flip over that bitch in case she know me Ayy, who am I? Caretaker, I fuck up that damn paper Get 'em whacked now or later, I owe you a hundred favors They gon' hold me down, anchor, I just got a hundred acres Hundred pointer 'round my ankle, plus, I'm a soul-taker Who am I? Huh, yeah, yeah, I'm the care man See, I got bitches come and fuck me every now and then She bring her partner to the spot, I take care of them See, I bust one and then I watch, I'm a real player Look, told my youngin go and air it out and go take care of them They put real pressure on your block 'cause I take care of them He 'bout to come pick up a block, go'n take care of him, yeah You can't sell a nigga rock 'less you take care of him Caretaker, I fuck up that damn paper Get 'em whacked now or later, I owe you a hundred favors From Letras Mania