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(Intro) Auto beschriften Geah Check it out C'mon, c'mon, hey C'mon, uh I said c'mon, hey (Half Ounce in the house) We're smooth on the West Side (Check it out) Nigga hoes back in the house Kreativ basteln (Check it out)
(Verse 1) Who's got paper? But I shoot boxes Plenty of cash to straight floss from the gate You ain't seem grabs this green Plenty of cream kingpins unsolved the scheme I got my eyes on you Desktop Themes Geah, you want to ??? down from here to shoot Got a crew But you stand out Miss thing wish I have X-rated vision to peep the G-strings You know what I mean Keeps the shit real live Benz 'round town in a 3-25 Cheques in your coat and float to the arena ??? taps me on the shoulder, Tony have you seen her? Pizzaofen Let my Gators through the snappin' Crystal sippin', drops along, geah baby what's happenin? Hear me, see me I could, uh, be your geenie, any wish comes true Be my boo
(Chorus) Anything you want, anything you need Anything you want, anything you need Immobilien Ostsee Mr. Tony will deliver til your ??? Diamonds to chronic bud, oh yes indeed Anything you want, anything you need Anything you want, anything you need We's be's the pimps
(Verse 2) Independently hustlin' while you work in your stuff Keep your condo pay so you work at MC Gruff monrose senna 9 TO 5 paper chasing, geah, I can dig it With your 15 hundred dollar brims and your fixed up ??? No trips to the clinic But it straight trips to the club With your head hooked up, short skirts straight throwin' up love Mr Tony know the game ain't playin' nice and soft G's around ya in a circle talkin' about take that shit off Damn niggas, swingin' on a players boss Peeps tha Coup, hits me up with a fucked phone call nick boost I be's the black desperado Five carats with the golden ?? Gang of parrots, me and you King and queen of the hill Means the fat links, captain inch nail Get down like you live and that's no joke Gang of ???? to poke with the endo smoke
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(Verse 3) Times is hard And I can see you're a lil' rebellious Now your homegirl kicks the rumours In a way too jealous Just can't stand to see ya With a nigga with grip They swallowin' too much dick tryin' to give you some lip Not trip It's too much gossip on the phone Need to tell 'em ho's to find some dick on they own What's wrong? Same old song gettin' a boo Drops your back on the block with no more packs to loot Snatch back the dollar to diamonds Necklace sales Versace ?? to Armani dressers No more sippin' Crystal anymo' Drop a C-5 hun' with the phone Leave me alone Cause that's the problems nowadays These greedy-ass ho's workin' these ways Tony's no phony, got G's on next ??? spend my cheques
