why wouldn't i

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yeah

yo cain

why wouldn't these bitches love us nigga?

why wouldn't these niggas hate us huh?

yeah

uh

yeah

uh

why wouldn't i talk as greasy as cheese steak meat

in a strawberry range

pie crust piping on the cheesecake seats

i'm known for hittin' women's soft spots

with princess cut canaries the size of lemon cough drops

i'm right behind 'em in the porsche drop

linen soft top

sick chain with 20 point rocks

take your bitch

why wouldn't i?

the whip got chrome shoes

cream leather seats with old wooden sides

uh

yeah

what's really poppin'

usually boys know

this ghetto superstar with the bruce lee-roy glow

niggas has to hate the outcome

plus i'm in a throwback from the same year they assassinated malcolm

make so much ends

i got to find faster ways to count 'em

a minute on the block

how fast i make a thousand?

that nigga you love to hate

still hug blocks and bubble weight

off the love i can't

baby girl

why wouldn't fellas stop ya?

after we come through the hood in helicopters

the dro i got in this wood

is hela-proper

we do the damn thing

who could they tell us not ta

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why wouldn't this joint make you wanna dance?

why wouldn't these jewels make you wanna glance?

(why wouldn't this whip make you wanna ride?

and why wouldn't this thing be on my side?)

why wouldn't this game have you on your knees?

why wouldn't these 20's be on the v's?

why wouldn't i what?

why wouldn't i pull up to the spot

yellow is all

dressed in yellow linen

covered in canaries never a flaw

why shouldn't i wear this much ice

the princesses in my hair

are clear and cut

right?

why wouldn't i talk this slick

with a watch and bracelet this flooded

and a cross this sick?

so why wouldn't i get it homes

to a nigga gettin' money like myself

a little brain that's minimal

might talk but i live it though

sick chain glitter roll

never sleep and don't stop gettin' that

uh

hold up cain

uh

why wouldn't i have samples of raw

and academic sample velours

hypnotic samples the poor

the european sample is all

will on the right side do with the wings stamped on the door

it's the street family boss

i land by the shores

get pampered by whores

eat scampy and claws

the kid's been trampeled before by a tramp with no flaws

that's up to they get cramps in they jaws

i keep kefs jammed in the four

amp meter draw

end up in a wheelchair rammed by your dog

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why wouldn't this joint make you wanna dance?

why wouldn't these jewels make you wanna glance?

(why wouldn't this whip make you wanna ride?

and why wouldn't this thing be on my side?)

why wouldn't this game have you on your knees?

why wouldn't these 20's be on the v's?

why wouldn't i huh? why wouldn't i what?

after a million scanned on it

why wouldn't the range look like it got 20-inch ceiling fans on it

only reason you in my face ma'am

is cause i got the same mike's that jordan had on the space jam"