Big Poppa Song Lyrics

Mindless Self Indulgence


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To all the ladies in the place with style and grace
Allow me to lace these lyrical douches in your bushes
Who rock grooves and make moves with all the mommies
The back of the club, sippin' moet is where you'll find me
The back of the club, mackin hoes, my crew's behind me
Mad question askin', blunt passin, music blastin'
But I just can't quit
Cause one of these fuckers I got to sleep
Sleep with; keep the EP a secret why not?
Why blow up my spot cause we both got hot
Now check it, I got more mack than Craig and in the bed
Believe me sweetie I got enough to feed the needy
No need to be greedy, I got mad friends with benzes
C'notes by the layers, true fuckin players
Jump in the rover and come over


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