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Blaze a 50, sit back in the drop top Bezour Bentley Of course wit me, this chick who'd make Bobby divorce Whitney Brazilian candy, from Miami Masseuse, wedding ring on, lovin' Celine Dion Hate rap, told me where she get caked at She's a part time dancer, part time romancer Tries to be a mother when she gets a chance ta Left her husband, alone to raise they son hes in pampers Modeled for a year, got her bachelors degree 33 recoverin' from plastic surgery Went from 34B to 36 double D Met her in San Diego at tha Super Bowl party Had the Heiny sipped it up, wit Terrell Davis MVP, we flicked it up from Sports Illustrated I was silked out, flossin' wit stout, he had the gators When she walked in, she lit up the room, like Las Vegas Terrell said our mans a full back for the Raiders A drunk whod cheerleaders and wind up in the papers It's easy to get the, just don't fall in love Next thing you know I'm hugged up wit this in tha tub Palm Springs, Al Capone's Sweate washin' her feet Is this love? Somebody's wife a thug Hittin' it raw, tastin' it, wildin' out on my character, tapin' it Tyra Banks face is face lift, givin' like she knew me for years Pillow talk, she let out tears, told me bout her husbands affairs Millions, she would get, if his neck got slit She rolled the equality, then passed the lie ta me Told me 'bout her mans life insurance policy He stays on the golf course, wears Drakkar Sport Evenings he drinks his wines on his private resort You can take a man here goes the keys you can slip in the rear Chop a up, yo, meet me somewhere so we can make more money Then you could ever see rappin' Split the cash 'n, move to Venezuela Adaptin' P-11's, A-C-P shells for blastin' Caught him wit his Spanish maid He had a liter wit a can of spray Burnin' her legs, she tied to the bed Sex S and M, sadomasochistic Sadistic, yoked her from behind Blew him out existence His maid cried no, lucky she was blind fold Naked wit, mad burn marks, all on her thighs yo Twelve point five million, he kept his funds in the loines of London Goes to his wife and his children Yo I thought, what if shorty gets scared, electric chairs all I vision All she'll probably get is psychiatric supervision I'll switch the plan, then maybe fly to Switzerland Fake ID, forge his wife name, catch the next flight the same night Headed to Spain, nice game, now it's back to where we meet again Blaze a 50, sit back in a drop top Bezour Bently Of course wit me, this chick who'd make Bobby divorce Whitney Top down, nightmare, blow her hair Sky black, stars glow, the face on the moon stare Fast lane on the nine-five, honey laughs about the cash Took a blast, out of her coke bag Snorted it, started screamin' yo we almost crashed Earlier I took the coke out, replaced it wit crushed up glass Her head nodded down to her chest, slowly she fell asleep Overwhelmed by greed, put to death