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harlem reloaded - what i look like lyrics

(webstar, g dott, neek bucks)

(verse)
f-ck i look like? bond, you a b-tt
so you can slide off and let another n-gg- f-ck?
but picture me payn 15 hunid for a bag
for a lil piece of -ss, i dunno who got you -ssed
but you’re buggin’ me
really, tho, a n-gg- neva spend no change on a groupie hoe
but i’m a sucka for the mommies, i’m a stoopie, tho
and i’m a winner with the thotties like i’m julio
and me and webbie catchin’ bodies in the studio
and once i hit her with the c-ck like this
they’ll be comin’ to my block like this
‘i’m a thot, gimme lick’
and all that gimme that and gimme this
sh-t’s dead, i need guap for this d-ck
tell me this tho: why i gotta do this
and why i gotta do that?
and if you want that new bag, well b-tch
i want that new jag
and everytime i come around, you always have yo hand out
you trappin’ out the bando but i don’t be givin’ bands out

(verse 2)
when’z you blurrs gon’ learn that henny straight for the thots?
said she had five bodies and did my whole block
how you work and got three kids but be in any spot?
i’m a thot, gimme lick, she givin’ me more shots
yo, that’s yo girl, bro? w-ssup with them kisses under my pick
i ain’t the smartest, but it look like she want a piece of this d-ck
on my momma all it took were some henny shots and some piffin’
she a-bust it fo’ a n-gg-, dependin’ on who she with
shots fired(?), but my shirt got her rubbin’ all on the fifth
that’s yo boy for me, buggin’ my name in the streets buzzin’
you look bad, but tellin’ yo boyfriend you need nothin’
when i finish tellin’ the state in, then all the sh-t comin’
heard she tryna change her life cuz she tired of the team lovin’
switch that mood, f-cked up
and then she like why you say i do this
and why you say i do that?
same reason why you took my b-tch, i did you(?)
b-tches that i thought out(?)

(verse 3)
swear you can’t take me to eat a dish at felipe’s
take me on a trip, at least about a week
buy me a hooka, buy me some shoes, go to my jeweler
buy me some jewels
meet me here, meet me there
wait, buy me some rock, buy me moskato
you a big time model, buy me a bottle
get me to yankee, had to mash my kicks
you know i got a girl, stop lickin’ all of my pics
jaw hit 2, my n-gg- told me
when i see you wit em, i’mma act like you the homie
icy rollie, hot top, coney, o-harlem, i been pullin’ long in jenovy

(outro)
aye, yo get on that

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