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talking (juvenile): suga slim million dollar spot

verse 1: juvenile
wodie ask them motherfuckers how the cmb play it
tanqueray and alize it, take the llello and weigh it
735´s i drive fits ta match, when i past
bitches ask, "who the fuck was that?"
girl thats juvenile you don´t know´em he on fire
17 inch momos black magic on his tires
crushed out stoned, plushed out homes, cellular phones
and concerts in the superdome
now i can pump my beamer and play the navigator
sport tailor made outfits with matchin alligators
visa gold, bank account on swole
got my million dollar destiny under control
millions a fantasy, juvenile´s reality
bitch i write my own checks bitch i pay my own salary
you want business with me
boss playa ya have to be
i´ma million dollar nigga these bithces run after me
i got a gold and crome beretta
i got a 1997 mercedes compressor
and i can bet a - hundred g´s and my pockets won´t hurt
nigga set for life nigga puttin´ in work
(chorus) 2x
all kinds of cars
neighborhood superstar
feared by many and loved by broads
verse 2: baby
neighborhood superstar
ridin´ in these pretty cars
uptown niggas livin´ like movie stars
flyin´ ta tennessee chillin´ with lil jimmie
and transportin´ coke back and forth to my city
takin´ flights
be in las vegas over night
chillin´ with lo jack
sippin´ on cognac
goin´ to casinos
gamblin´ with the young ninos
loosin´ 20 gs worth of c notes
nigga i sold dope all my life
turned a hundred gs into two million over night
i guess cuz i´m rich
these hoes say i´m a stuntin´ bitch
thats why i look at all these hoes like the aint shit
but i´m a star
bitch you can keep that gar
give me the money and a brand new car
livin´ in eastover dealin´ big balla parties
invitin´ all the fuckin´ female roovers
ridin´ in lambruginis
beaches hoes and bikinis
me and fresh tag teamin´
ridin´ in convertible land roovers
hoes be sweatin´ cuz of the mouth full of golds
nigga baallin´ out of control
(chorus) 2x
verse 3: mannie fresh
i come with tvs and vcrs in the cars
and i pack a big dick down in tha draws
i´m a neighborhood peppa boy
platinum steppa boy
rolls royce of my choice not a reppa boy
young g
ridin´ in a hum v
broads tellin´ bitches tellin´ hoes come see
20 inch rims, on yokahama slims
check the neck for the diamonds and the gems
don´t nobody got mo ends than me
don´t nobody drive a fuckin´ benz like me
i got a house in cali and a ranch in texas
17 inches on a brand new lexus
picture project hoes dancin´ on marble floors
kissin´ one nigga from his head to his toes
who you wanna be like manny or mike
how you gone shine dark or bright
cuz these hoes be wishin´ to ride in a 97 expedition
when i pass i make´em stop look and listen
for tryin´ ta follow tha big body empala
don´t love´em don´t need´em bitch sorry can´t holla
verse 4: lil wayne
now tell me what kinda
nigga got diamonds that´ll -bling- blind ya
i´m only 14 i´m a big tymer
i´m sittin´ on crome all week shiner
my golds hang low
crystal on the flo
i´ma flex
twenty thousand dollar rolex
i got my name on a street up in every city
and look everywhere i be i got a mirror wit me
look i´m feared by many loved by broads
i´m livin´ marvelous i´ma superstar (superstar)
(chorus) 4x