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| nappy boy (nappy boyyy) whoo! uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-huh three ringz yeah, we the class clowns jump shoot third time around dawg if i was just to step in the ring and outta the box would errbody be on my or will i stop say hello to my lil friend, hey stars change up like lip kim face it, i let my heat swing t-pain so actin homie the way the beat bump niggas try to get proactive on me (damnn) but i done cleared the rumors everything in the open now you know how big the room is tell her what the truth is they can't handle it they're like a nigga slicker than a mayonnaise sandwich but they be like g-g-g-god dammit, pause this nigga pocket fatter than santa claus (ohhh) this nigga career big like some granny drawers hadda get a piano to put his grammy on yeah, bulgari, bentley, escalade, beamer, mini-coop, ??, escapade, f**k her bad, make it rain, lamborghini i gon' cover shit up like a transfered i give a damn if you seen me ima did what i does i ain't doin shit wrong like no kissin' my cousin i know you wanna hear somethin different ain't you tired of his shit ain't you curious about this shit even if you picked this shit up from a distance at least stand still for a second and listen i'm tellin you now it ain't a thing i got the bling bling of a rapper but i sing so welcome to three ringz |
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