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I ran sally out the valley. Lookin for tamale.
I check every single corner in a California alley.
I'm a star ask Galileo. My drive is so rodeo.
I'm takin every dollar till there's no mo like Hideo.
Yea my Competition stale. Fail in comparison.
They say I run Miami, Mickey Arison.
All the way from Paris in the Eiffel your awful.
You can watch me ball like a wiffle you a waffle.
They put me in unlawful categories. Category 5.
Is what I call your bitch she blow me right.
Jah Cuba tell em taaaaaaa. I can fit 2 in the car.
I can't fit u in my schedule but I can fit your (moan).
Let me hit some herbal medicine.
Then let me hit your (moan)
Light show like Edison. My jewels so froze.
Yeah loud pack general. My kush so Bose.
You could check my style but you’ll never have these clothes
Bet that doe. Gimme head gimme mo'.
I don't got no problem with all these mothafuckin hoes.
I don't got no competition. I don't gotta tell em no.
I got 99 problems and not one of them's a hoe.
I got bad mothafuckas.
Mothafuckas on control.
I got money. I got platinum. My plaques is color gold.
I got 99 problems and not one of them's a hoe.
I got 99 problems and not one of them's a hoe.