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Shyne - Jimmy Choo
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Irv gotti: yeah(yeah) shyne(shyne) gangland(gangland) Murder Inc ha ha ASHANTI & (shyne) ooh ooh (alright) ooh ooh(turn the beat up) hoo hoo ( I see Q) ooh yeah Shyne: I see you ma in ya thousand dollar weave masterpiece diamond face on ya sleeve. magnolia legs waist petite alright jimmy choo shoes on ya feet you right slide in side the spyder I know you tired of guys that try ta lie to slide inside ya Forget about that lets go forget about rap im poe. I mean really I been gettin' money since niggas was rappin' funny. actin' all sast in shit And you look like you got your head right. I just hope you give head right. Breezing through egg shell head lights. NEW YORK is MINE. RELAX your mind. UH ASHANTI oh oh oh oh can't nobody do them things we do and can't nobody touch me like you do can't nobody love me like you do and can't nobody me like me and you SHYNE It's me eho else you expected. Ring down to the necklace. Uh. Some hoes say I'm sexist cuz all I want to do is stuff coke in they brestes Sit back with stacks count money. In the zone. I'm the don. Like nigga come on. I need a prada chick to take this dick, take this crack and bake it. And basic shit. And we can go shopping and buy some things. Up in Harry Winston ma try some rings. I hear you feel like you was princess di. So much cuts on ya wrists think you try suicide. No lie you anit heard Expensive trips Expensive whips. You anit seen nothing like this no not in ya life. uh. If i anit that nigga then we look alike ASHANTI: can't nobody do them things we do and can't nobody touch me like you do and can't nobody love me like you do and can't nobody be like me and you. SHYNE + (ASHANTI) Who gon' cop them hos?(oh) Po Who gon rock them clothes?(Oh) po Who gon' pop them fros?(oh) Po Well i'm glad you know No need to ask who holla'd You aint nada, me alotta Shyne winton gotta See you niggas in hell Now lets prevail, feds on the tel Just post bail, a million in cash Now u know that aint rappin pimpin Please believe that Body smoked like we was jus ganna clap em' up That aint enough? then why u backin up Niggas talkin real greesy on them rap records Look i'm strip u naked, take ya necklace Give it to my soldiers like "hold this" Fuck you nigga u could never fool this But anyway back to business Lets play One CPW come through I like girls that like girls That like girls that like furrs Ok [Ashanti] Cant nobody Do them things we do And cant nobody Touch me like u do Cant nobody Love me like you do And cant nobody Be like me and you Ooooooooooooooooo yay...
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