Текст песни Phenomenon - Countdown Mix-Masters

Baby girl was draped in Chanel
Said she love 2Pac but hates M-L-L

Seen her at the bar with anklets and toe rings
She can take a prince and turn him into a king
I was looking at her in the limelight, pearly white
Said her man get paper but he don't live right
All these emotions flowing inside the club
Do you really want a thug or do you want a love?
She get the paper when it's time to get it
She keeps them clowns sinking like Tappaquiddick

Honey smoke, make you click, feel it in they throat
No joke, all these love letters, they route
Behind every player's a true playette
Bounce you up out here, push your jet
Tasty choice, have it nice and moist

Or play paper games and floss the Rolls Royce

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He was king of seduction, cop a suction
Now she with a cat that work construction
Who wanna starve her with the paper, abuse her mind

This a new level when you know it's all mine
That's off top, lap dance has got to stop
You play out your chick 'cause your game is hot
I did it too, Italian nights, my whole crew

He's banging off my chest 'til I'm black and blue
He beefing, yelling on the cell of my 6
You reaching, then I heard the cordless click
Now you're club hopping, keep the Cristal popping
Use my chips and take the next man shopping
Hell no, must be out your mind
Got you on your knees and your elbows each and every time

That's why I love you, mama, you run your mouth
Throw your legs over the bed, baby, work me out

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You was all souped up, I played it just right
Mami, I was full blown, my game was air tight
I needed to switch up and get it in gear
It's a whole new movie, world premiere, yeah

Keep it jingling, no more mingling
A brand new year, me and you can bring it in
I was sick and tired of the freaking night to mourn

Phoning in the mirror with my Cubans on
Let bygones be bygones, no more games
Hope all the chicken heads go up in flames
Now we in a brand new mansion with a lake in back
You got it all figured out, mami, I like that
Collect chips, cop his and her whips
Then waste a quarter mil on clothes and 6
But you was a playa girl, it's real in the field

Say what you want but keep your lips sealed

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