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(What about my mans?) What up though? Yeah, I’m Payroll Giovanni. You know, representin’ on behalf of the BYLUG All Stars. We in your town for the night. (b*t*h, what about my mans?) What you tryna get into though? You know, these my guys right here. We got ice to the left, ice to the right. Just use it or choose it, sh*t. What’s up?

4-1, triple-P, froze as icesicles be
Gold-diggers diggin’ me, choosy hoes pickin’ me
All my folk sick of me, hoes think I’m interestin’
‘cause I don’t talk much, but a n***a ball much
BYLUG what they call us, b*t*hes star-stuck
Off the whole clique, diamond chunks on my whole wrist
This ain’t half, but damn, she wanna eat my whole d**k
This Big Quis, he rep the Mile, let my bro hit

They say she wants a freak, so I walked in with my pants dropped
Got to slobbin’ on my balls, like the dog on Sandlot
All you gonna get is d**k, you not gettin’ no bands, ma
Let me say that sh*t again, you not gettin’ no bands, ma
I ain’t ‘bout to take the pu**y, if you want, you can stop
Before I do that stupid sh*t, I’ll give myself a hand-job
Here’s a pen and paperwork, say you’re John Hanc*ck
Please confirm that you agree to suck me and my man’s c*ck
‘cause I ain’t goin’ out like 2Pac

What about my mans?
Is it goin’ down? (Goin’ down? Hold on)
Can we pass you around? (Pass me around?)
Do we gotta cash you out? (Okay)
b*t*h, what about my mans?
We heard what you on (What I’m on?)
Dirty tricks with your mouth (Okay)
Ain’t with it? we’ll kick you out (I see)
b*t*h, what about my mans?

You eyein’ me, I’m eyein’ you
Tell me what you tryna do, I need you from 9-2
I’m with my boy, that’s fine with you?
Blindin’ you with jewels, you can’t even see my handsome face
I’m spittin’ at your b*t*h, calm down, tell your man to wait
With my n***a Platt with some racks down from San Jose
That pu**y we gon’ rent today, you can keep your friend away
Stayin’ away from hatin’ ass b*t*hes who be in the way
They be c*ck-blockin’ when my homeboy don’t give ‘em play
Kid ‘n Pay bangin’ in the stereo with every hoe
Tryna make a Oreo, so here we go, a orgy, hoe
Record me, bro, I’m stingin’ from the back like a Scorpio
Here for one-forty, hoe? I swear, I love how shawty blow
Listen how the story go: I met this b*t*h in ATL
f**ked me and Fresh by mistake, I know she hate to tell
If that pu**y wet and you fine, you could make a sale
With my boy and me, if not, get up out [?]

What about my mans? (Hell nah, n***a)
Is it goin’ down? (n***a, I just told you)
Can we pass you around? (Hell nah)
Do we gotta cash you out? (Cash me out? The f**k?)
b*t*h, what about my mans? (What about that n***a?)
We heard what you on (Y'all ain’t heard sh*t, n***a)
Dirty tricks with your mouth (Uh, uh)
Ain’t with it? we’ll kick you out
b*t*h, what about my mans?

Let me tell you why these n***as hate me and b*t*hes date me
She want it so bad, man, these b*t*h is tryna rape me
Mop me, mop Kid, this a two-piece
She goin’ crazy, lot of spit, she a cold freak
I’m drivin’ this Escalade, she servin’ and servin’
When she deep-throat, I be swervin’ and swervin’
Her n***a drive a ‘burban, I spent the extra twenty, babygirl
And it’s worth it, it’s worth it, it’s worth it
p*ssed him off on purpose, we flipped her like a circus
Pulled back the curtains, you can tell ‘em n***as perpin’
Long Live Roc, they say he had the birds in
Long Live Roc, he only had one kid
You lickin’ on my chain, and you ain’t seen my mans sh*t
You gon’ say, “Please,” when you see my best-friend kit
You wanna f**k with me? You gotta suck my mans d**k
You wanna f**k with me? You better let my mans hit

What about my mans? (Who is your mans, n***a?)
Is it goin’ down? (Maybe, let’s see)
Can we pass you around? (Yeah, that sound cool)
Do we gotta cash you out? (How much you talkin’ first?)
b*t*h, what about my mans?
We heard what you on (Oh, y'all heard, huh?)
Dirty tricks with your mouth
Ain’t with it? we’ll kick you out
b*t*h, what about my mans? (Who you callin’ b*t*h, n***a?)

My mans can’t hit? Then, I gotta go
I done let you smoke up a half a bowl
Got more water than a fish-tank
Just make sure that pu**y don’t get stank
If I push her nose to the left
Me and Fresh gon’ throw you out like Jazzy Jeff
I got two or three hoes callin’ now
Let me know what’s up, or I’m dippin’ out

We heard what you ‘bout, b*t*h
I don’t wanna f**k, just want the mouth, trick
She want me pay for it, but I ain’t a lame though
Why should I pay for somethin’ I should've just paid for?
Meet me at the Four Seasons
I’m icy, they don’t call me Bling for no reason
Slide her panties down, take them heels off
My mans rammin’ too, or the deal’s off

What about my mans?
Is it goin’ down?
Can we pass you around?
Do we gotta cash you out?
b*t*h, what about my mans?
We heard what you on
Dirty tricks with your mouth
Ain’t with it? we’ll kick you out
b*t*h, what about my mans?
(Who is your mans, n***a?)

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