(*talking*)
(Gotti I always hear you talking about this Studio B shit
What the fuck is all that shit), well let me tell ya you know I'm saying
You know when they say two is company, three is a crowd
Well look here, in Studio B three is never a crowd
Let my cuz, tell you a lil' more about it

[Hook: Mo B. Dick]
It's going on behind closed doors, in Studio B
(take it off, so we can break it off)
Everybody's coming out of them clothes, in Studio B
(take it off, so we can break it off)

[Gotti]
Peep out the scenery, me and my nigga Pheno
Smoking greenery, thugged off in actual scenery
When you see these soldiers, tag teaming
Money fiending bitches scheming, the hook a breeder but she dreaming
My money's mad, a triple beam
In my mini 14's, Studio B nigga we pulling mad ki's
Plenty bitches like choose me, New Orleans to Sicily
You wanna please, then bitch
Hit your motherfucking knees, and Snoop
Won't you pass me the weed, it got me feeling weak it's nothing yeah
That dick sucking, got me feinding to fuck
Cause she a fire dick sucker, bad motherfucker
Hoping the rubber don't bust, if it do then I'm stuck
Them strange dames, be leaving a nigga fucked
Mo B. Dick run that shit for me, one more time
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