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[Hook: x2] Come in the place and trip Thats what I'm talkin about Pour yourself a taste and sip Thats what I'm talkin' about Nigga don't waste the trip thats what I'm talikin' about I'ma try it, see if it fit Thats what I'm talkin about Cherrywine taste nigga Thats what I'm talkin' about I go to the church and get my soul I go to my cousin and get my dough I go the mirror and get my love I go to my woman and ask for drugs Go to the office and earn my pay I go to my label and get my look I go to my momma ,she brings me home I go to the limit and keep on goin' I don't miss a beat Girls think I'm sweet, niggaz get the heat Thats what Thats what I'm talkin about [Hook] Letras de canciones Go to my sound, enjoy my crown Go to my heart and trip on love Go to the pill and get my thrill Go to the devil, run up my bill I go to my mind, design my crime Go to my babies, 'cause that's the truth Go to my psalms, 'cause that's the bomb Go to my niggaz who play to win My sounds float the sky Girls think I'm shy, niggaz know I'm high Thats what Thats what I'm talkin about [Hook] Champagne buzz so your mind is soft Getting' all the bitches, how much that cost? Floss, but your talent don't balance Get so far from how fresh we are Got sex appeal, mass appeal, drug appeal Guns, guns, guns, for rea/l Hoes do it for the cash Might be a good crook But your back is trash Love one, let me do it Get the niggaz up to it Bring the ladies back into it I tell you something different Build a new song, drive it down your block Now that's pimpin' [Hook: w/ ad libs] Yeah we whippin up Crowds around Blow the sound, let it pour Get your throne, hold your own Put a little pressure, you'll see who's grown Diamond thoughts, hearts of dough Pimp shades, Couintreau Roll your dice man, you never know [Hook] From Letras Mania