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Written By C. Soto
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Friday, December 11, 2009 3:19 pm
I mean you know when you get to that certain level of comfort...that certain zone... where niggas aint fuckin with you....everything seem so inferior..minuscule even...that's when you've reached Super Nice..
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Thursday, February 4, 2010 12:07 am
My niggas blue & red flaggin....blue & reds flashin....I one night a bitch she think its newlywed passion/them Vickies get moist when that jewelry get to flashin/livin life by the day...we know this movie aint lasting/LIVE action saucy in whatever spot/act stupid we get it craccin on whoever block/but we aint here for that we chillin on a different plane/we takin straight trips, you switchin onto different planes/Fuck you say? I can't hear you..ya name aint doG backwards I can't fear you/like a cricket when I spit it; ears to the pavement...Since a kid I replaced the word fear with amazement/Won a grip out in Vegas; couldn't bring it back...Too busy tryna double my money & make stacks...Fuck it...still I'm on to the next one....Three Floyd fights down...I'm goin the next one!...cuz...
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Countin dough is all a nigga know blow loud packs to the sky...
Got the biddies all open flashin titties guess its cuz a nigga super fly....
Poppin corks in the club in VIP nigga feel free to hate on me tonight...
Cuz I don't really give fuck about ya feelings right now I'm feelin Superr Nice......
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Sunday, May 9, 2010 9:36 pm
Sensitive thugs ya ALL need hugs...Barely a buck50 ya ALL need grub/& we ALL G'd up...I aint lovin these hoes...Cool J ass niggas ya ALL need love/Its like I warm up to the coldest bitches...call it the Chocolate Factory; a few Golden Tickets/I aint holdin grudges...I'm holdin hundreds/Forget they name right after I was told they number/Damn my fault what's ya name again?/We don't do lines...We don't pay to get in/you on the line screamin BOTTLE SERVICE!/I'm standin on couches screamin MODEL SERVICE!/you a lame nigga & I'm that nigga/we givin out deals, cuz ours packs bigger/know how it feel BROKE...know how it feel RICH/you choose the name babygirl...Phillz or Chris? cuz...
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12:37am
I told her, I aint for the slores I'm so for her/like her fetishes for MAC & Sephora/in the back of the Lac nigga I'm so flaw-less/asses get smacked & heads hit doors (YES)/more or less, R.Les, Diamond Girl/but you gettin stiff dick no diamonds girl/I don't even know ya name to be honest girl/I gotta go baby Welcome to a Rhymer's World/Gotta twirl it light it put it in the air/ride by the D's, blowin Diesel put it in the air/FUCK what you think & FUCK what you sayin..cuz ya aint convict the muhfucka that clapped Raylin (RIP)/FREE my nigga DUTTA...Ridin on snitches....Polo jock on the horse sittin right above the stitches...on my right eye...lookin for the money?...lookin for ya honey?...u found the right guy....cuz...
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