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making careless decisions Loner just stay by myself Im just chillin so Stay the fuck out of my business! You sported my fitted and that's how I knew you
York City to Blackstreet What you know about me, not a motherfuckin' thing Cartier wooded frames sported by my shorty As for me, icy gleaming pinky
singin' and swingin' Yeah, with the bug Well, Helen of Troy, a cool smile on her face She sported the face that launched a thousand ships But she couldn't
City to Blackstreet What you know about me, not a mo-f- thing Cartier wooded frames sported by my shorty As for me, icy gleaming pinky diamond ring
York City to Blackstreet What you know about me, not a motherfuckin' thing Cartier wooded frames sported by my shorty As for me, icy gleaming pinky
and clout My fresh low-low, also went too And there was no denying that my night was through The one All-Star, the freshest thing I sported Jumped on my
City to Blackstreet What you know about me, not a mo-f- thing Cartier wooded frames sported by my shorty As for me, icy gleaming pinky diamond ring
the women, all the linen All the jewels, huh We sported Pele's, gold Dada's and Pirelli's Sports cars, the good life'll give you a belly But that's cool,
don't make no moves When I'm slingin in the hood I don't fake no moves aight Reminiscin on my swingin days when I drove a Caddy and my bitch sported
[Chorus] Outside I was hailin' a taxi We got one this time without fail It sported a star, we didn't go far Was only three blocks to the jail.
the women, all the linen All the jewels, huh We sported Pele's, gold Dada's and Pirelli's Sports cars, the good life'll give you a belly But that's cool,
a weary foot, Sin' auld ang syne. We twa hae sported i' the burn, From morning sun till dine, But seas between us braid hae roared Sin' auld lang syne.
slingin' in the hood I don't fake no moves, aight Reminiscing on my swingin' days (Uh, huh) When I drove a Caddy and My bitch sported finger waves (Uh) Yeah,
sported that shit Laughing at them point niggaz snorting that shit Y'all niggaz would never finish that y'all be starting Never could back up that shit
don't make no moves When I'm slingin in the hood I don't fake no moves aight Reminiscin on my swingin days when I drove a Caddy and my bitch sported
frames sported by my shortie As for me, icy gleaming pinky diamond ring We be's the baddest clique up on the scene Ain't you getting bored with These fake
Uh, down on 40 Deuce, when I was a shorty duke That's when I first got the Naughty goose Now I come through in a sported coupe I know what you
snorted Or who support what you recorded But don't get it distorted, in this orbit you're aborted Shit's imported, exported Styles, they get sported my
exported Styles, they get sported my paragraphs aortic behold The illest medely got you in the choke hold Illadel epilouge, top league plus plush in Vogue
and hired old Hoke and Stan And he started holdin' Chattanooga booze Soon his pockets filled with money and his fingers sported flashing diamond rings He had
bubble ass got Pretty Chipp rich You can smell her perfume on every street corner A sexy motherfucka with the mean face on her Precious, sported
and hired old Hoke and Stan And he started holdin' Chattanooga booze Soon his pockets filled with money and his fingers sported flashing diamond rings He had
a weary foot, Sin' auld ang syne. We twa hae sported I' the burn, From morning sun till dine, But seas between us braid hae roared Sin' auld lang
bubble ass got Pretty Chipp rich You can smell her perfume on every street corner A sexy motherfucka with the mean face on her Precious, sported
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