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[B-Legit] True worldwide player, got the game on lock Spendin' money, flippin' drops like I still slang rocks Still hit the blocks, light blunts when I swerve I do the speed limit cause I'm twisted and perved Hoes got the nerve, to turn they head and switch Like they didn't see me comin' in that big black 6' Bitch please, I hit the horn when I pass Got the homie out the window tryin' to rub on yo' ass Now peep the S-Class, Rolex Platinum And now you wanna come with the question askin' Do I ballplay? Yeah I play for the Jets Hillside, with money like Kevin Garnett Now can I get it wet? She say it's drippin' with juice And what I gotta do to ride the V-1-deuce? Sit yo' ass on my leather, and rub on my wood See we got notches in Cali, plus that pussy be good [Hook] Bitch I'm a motherfuckin' rap star Gorilla milk, B-La blunts and the caviar Bitch I'm a motherfuckin' rap star Gorilla milk, B-La blunts and the caviar [Lil' Bruce] I tell a bitch I ain't got no motherfuckin' money and laugh like it's funny Letras de cancionesPoppin' my Movado, sittin' low in a Eldorado, sippin' on a bottle Pimp drunk 'til the sun come up, sleep behind Denny's on Sunset Sweatin' bitches about my money cause the album ain't done yet Bitch I'm a motherfuckin' rap star, get the fuck away from my car And hell nah you can't hit this weed, bitch walk 'til your ankles bleed Put the paper in my pocket please, she love the way I pop my P's I love the way she knock them G's like slangin' rocks in '83 I'm a pimp slash rapper like my cousin Mac the Most, slap a ho like me And never talk for free, nigga can't you see? It's for the money and the fame, and I see my money comin' With the vice on her ass in her high heels comin' around the corner runnin' I ain't trippin', I'm so cool, I'll pop the trunk of the Northstar And the bitch jump in and I'll sip my gin and smash off like a rap star (Bitch I'm a motherfuckin' rap star, Lil' Bruce in a '99 Northstar) [Hook] - X 2 Bitch I'm a motherfuckin' rap star Gorilla milk, B-La blunts and the caviar Bitch I'm a motherfuckin' rap star Gorilla milk, B-La blunts and the caviar [B-Legit] Bitch I'm a turf boy, we don't fuck at the house I'm to the cover suites, to put this dick in your mouth I'm on my paper route, can you contribute to that? And if not, can you send your homegirl for a sack? The "Highest Niggas In The Industry", Smoke-A-Lot with Yuk' Bossalini, you see me, I gives a fuck Stick 'em til they stuck, when the crap game starts I was told to have money, have heart I'm puttin' houses on the hill worth a million or more Marble on the floor with the french wood doors I flipped a old school, and still slang that Got the guns in the trunk, you don't want no funk I'm on a money mission, slangin' verse for verse Some premeditated and the others rehearsed I got the thirst, so bring it on like Sprite And we can make some shit tonight, beotch [Hook] - X 2 Bitch I'm a motherfuckin' rap star Gorilla milk, B-La blunts and the caviar Bitch I'm a motherfuckin' rap star Gorilla milk, B-La blunts and the caviar From Letras Mania