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My twanky looks stanky on the Benz
And don't I gotta look sweet for my mens?
And make 'em think I got a whole bunch o' paper
And even date a ball player from the Lakers
Now, faker-taker-maker, holla 'atcha lata'
Shake-'n-wake 'em, tell him what to get my ass from Jacobs'
That's the way a real diva like to floss it
Buy a car, no matta' what it cost's
Of course, it's my Rolls-Royce's makin' noises
Tell ya who da mothafuckin' boss is
I'ma drive, and you're walkin', that's why you talkin'
See da chrome spinnin' on the wheel? Stop jockin'
I'ma let you know real nice 'n slow, I'd be broke as a joke
If I had to be a hoe, so poor
Missy on the rise like the Sun
If you think that I'm done, I ain't even begun

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Feel da boombastic in ya back-head
15's puttin' holes in ya back kit
Bo-bo-boom, bo-bo-boom, bo-bo-boom, bo-bo-boom
Don't it sound so fantastic?
My Lamborghini disappear like Houdini
2: 20, can't see me in a bottle like a genie
Teenie-weenie
Now hate me like you hate to eat your Wheaties
Now here's a freebie
I'ma let you see me on TV
Acceptin' my Emmy or Grammy, in Miami
I hit you with the one-two-whammy
Your no-tooth granny wit' a hole in her panties
And I don't give a shit if you can stand me
'Cause I is what I is, and what I am is like my mammy
And I don't mean to sound too petty
But they used to call me fatty til I got wit' Puff Daddy

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My rims keep turnin' and turnin'
Tires burnin' through Queens and Mount Vernon
And, yes, it's my concernin'
Your chain platinum or is it really sterling?
I'm old-school, I rock a Sherlin
From New Jers', heard all the way to Berlin
And it's for certain, behind every curtain
There's a snake-bitch lurkin' and she 'bout to catch a hurtin'
Mr. Mose on da beats
And Missy be da beats behind da beats
My record sales gon' jump and do leaps
And while ya sleep, I'm on the ground as a creep (sha-creep!)
I got Pumas on my feet
Fresh gear, err'yday, all week
You know I keep it hot fo' my peeps
Never cheap, underground, like the streets (oh-oh)

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