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I know I look good.. cuz I feel real good And when I'm feelin real good, I wish somebody would I'm just like that I'm Cool people I'm telling you, but ain't nobody gon' play me He run his mouth then reach for somethin, he gon' be laying in gravy The rap game like the dope game, man I ain't got no friends When I was lettin 'em go for the low-low, shoulda got you one then Man playboy life is automatic, lemme discribe this sentence It'll shoot one at you, another one slide up in it ?Then Jam?, man I'm tellin you, cous' he ain't no punk Man I got this attitude wrench, man I get it crunk Describe me in a recipe; hot grease in a pot One cup Orville Redenbacher, cuz everything gon' POP Man it's the Dungeon Family boy, run out and go get it It comes in a real small package, but makes a real big difference So don't call me Cool Cutta, just call me Mister Bitch And that's the only thing you call me from now ok, Mister.. bitch!
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