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What a difference a day makes It's the return of 4eva ho Pimp tight world wide It's the return of 4eva ho Outer Space Enterprise It's the return of 4eva ho .Live from the live from the underground It's the return of 4eva ho I'm talking once upon a time in the south It's the young K-R I-T Mackin' hoes like niggas with perms and gold teeth Candy paint, Caddie doors, high feel Gator toe fetish with diamonds against the wheel Like a pimp, never slack, never fold Shake 'em up, break 'em, and slam 'em like dominoes On the floor, vamonos, playa made Replenishing these bitches with pimpin' like Gatorade Tailor-made, super tight, Mr. B Lookin' for a diva a to wide receiver a D Touch down, outta sight, let it go Comin' out hard It's the return of 4eva ho Pimp tight world wide Letras de cancionesIt's the return of 4eva ho Outer Space Enterprise It's the return of 4eva ho Li...Live from the live from the underground It's the return of 4eva ho I'm talking once upon a time in the south Well, it's Big Sant bitch and I'm a mob type figure Comin' down on you hoes and you pussy ass niggas Forever international, sipping sake with my Asian gal My address is the winner's circle, you can hate me now Hotter than my leather in the summer with the windows up The word legend never get said 'less you mention us My speech is mink, I want it all plus the kitchen sink The whip white, time right, money green, pussy pink Yeah. You can Google that. Think I'm lyin' Baby cho's on my hoes, hoes polished just to shine Add the blue blockers and gators and even Stevie could see So look at me, motherfucker, look at me It's the return of 4eva ho Pimp tight world wide It's the return of 4eva ho Outer Space Enterprise It's the return of 4eva ho Li...Live from the live from the underground It's the return of 4eva ho I'm talking once upon a time in the south Man I'm coming out harder than you could ever imagine Paper stackin', breaking mics, livin' the fastest I keep dimes on deck like a bank teller Pimpin' so strong ain't shit that I can't tell her You ain't even on my radar ho, I can't smell ya Can't see ya, don't know ya, partna, so you ain't special See we alumni, nigga, next level See me on top of the food chain, no pressure Now hold up, hold on, get with it bitch Throw money like hot potatoes, can't wait to get rid of this Emphasizing my emphasis, don't sleep on my lyricism Glow like the moon and stars, shine like a billion prisms See the vision clear as day, Randy Savage with my mouthpiece Life coach, quite hard, lost hope, outreach Plenty done it but none can measure to the bass and the treble Of a mother fucking rebel It's the return of 4eva ho Pimp tight world wide It's the return of 4eva ho Outer Space Enterprise It's the return of 4eva ho Li...Live from the live from the underground It's the return of 4eva ho I'm talking once upon a time in the south Sounds easy, doesn't it? From Letras Mania