Steady Cam'ron & Vado
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[Verse 1]
Yeah, fuck these bitches
I swear to god I only wanna fuck these bitches
Niggas love these bitches
OJ Simpson, cut these bitches
Ugh, and slap these weirdos
Pull the 4-5, cut these weirdos
Don't talk, walk past them weirdos
Can't get a bird work, call his ass scarecrow
You hangin' out with dead man, no breakdance when I say hell spazz
You be [?], when [?] last stairs
Smoke the eagle loud then that boy will have [?]
I give the trunky but I'm not in at the derby thirst
I move chicken like the curb, I know you hear me first
I had to spend a thirty first
Mask on but I ain't at talk with thirty first
Huh, and I'm gettin' cheese-cheese
And my shit stink, get the Febreze, please
Money get away, you nothin' but a cheese-cheese
My specialities cost cars, hoes, T's, G's
And I ain't with the rebellion
He'll play dice 'cause his whole life, he gamblin'
Now a nigga panickin', stiffer than a mannequin
Damagin', X in the cup and we scrumblin'
[Chorus]
Uh, and yeah we from Harlem
You goddamn right, man, we lookin' for a problem
Thirty ain't revolver, Coke ain't [?]
Bet a nigga won't solve him
Now drop that top
He died on the same day, now pop that top
Ugh, don't know where you been
Yep, we done moved in the motherfuckin' UA
Yeah, fuck these bitches
I swear to god I only wanna fuck these bitches
Niggas love these bitches
OJ Simpson, cut these bitches
Ugh, and slap these weirdos
Pull the 4-5, cut these weirdos
Don't talk, walk past them weirdos
Can't get a bird work, call his ass scarecrow
You hangin' out with dead man, no breakdance when I say hell spazz
You be [?], when [?] last stairs
Smoke the eagle loud then that boy will have [?]
I give the trunky but I'm not in at the derby thirst
I move chicken like the curb, I know you hear me first
I had to spend a thirty first
Mask on but I ain't at talk with thirty first
Huh, and I'm gettin' cheese-cheese
And my shit stink, get the Febreze, please
Money get away, you nothin' but a cheese-cheese
My specialities cost cars, hoes, T's, G's
And I ain't with the rebellion
He'll play dice 'cause his whole life, he gamblin'
Now a nigga panickin', stiffer than a mannequin
Damagin', X in the cup and we scrumblin'
[Chorus]
Uh, and yeah we from Harlem
You goddamn right, man, we lookin' for a problem
Thirty ain't revolver, Coke ain't [?]
Bet a nigga won't solve him
Now drop that top
He died on the same day, now pop that top
Ugh, don't know where you been
Yep, we done moved in the motherfuckin' UA
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