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Paul Wall Already Famous Why You Peepin Me [Paul Wall] I'm a hustler, ladies man of course a playa My behavior, is somewhat similar to the majors Cause I be running game, everything that I say To a girl, is all derived from my immaculate nature When I pronunciate, my articulate game It appears that I've obtained, more game than I claim All I ask is for her name, and she ain't never the same Am I just that cold, or are these other cats lame My conversation, is top of the line I'm spitting lyrics, to every last bopper that's fine It's like I'm rapping to the chick, she wanna stop and rewind And analyze my wordplay, while I'm dropping a dime Is it they pheromone, that's attracting my style Or my luminance exuberant, expensive smile Either way I'm warmed up, and running game for miles I keep em on file, I holla in a little while [Hook] Why you peeping me, do you like what you see I bet you never, met a playa like me You staring at me, wondering just who I be I'm sure you'd like to know, why a playa like me so thoed I'm coming at you with game so cold, you just got chose If you wanna roll, then let's go [Paul Wall] Look here, I'ma be real with you Lil' mama's all up in my picture, want me to stick her with my dill pickle My supreme, you need physique and superb My play on words, got em feeding me ordurves I'm making honey dips, lose they composure They begging me to come over, so they can get closer They want closure, from drinking they self sober Hoping that if they bend over, they'll get bit by my cobra oh Girls is firing, to get rear ended By my extended cab, my sweet talk is splendid I come with game sharper, than Gillette Mach 3 One of a kind conversation, you can't out talk me They want position is this competition, they on a mission Wishing that they was kissing, on my composition They got ambition, they dream to manage my extension But this convention, into intermission [Hook] [Paul Wall] On the real I got a mouthpiece, that'll have em Dismantling they robe, and laying naked on my couch seats It don't take much, everytime my mouse speaks I notice that the region, around they crouch leaks I graduated, from the MUSHU Academy Is that the reason, why these girls boyfriends mad at me Too much of my sugar, might give em a cavity And oh no we can't have that, now can we My premeditated, propaganda Got em in they birthday suit, like a peeping Tom's dancer Yeah they sexy, and I know that I'm handsome But don't ask the question, if you don't want the answer That means don't ask, if I remember your name I probably don't, but I bet I might remember your brain Straight up, I'ma tell it to you simple and plain I got game, is there any more questions [Hook - 2x] |
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