>Got stacks on deck like he savin' up
>And he ill, he real, he might gotta deal
>He pop bottles and he got the right kind of build
>He cold, he dope, he might sell coke
>He always in the air, but he never fly coach
>He a mothafuckin trip, trip, sailor of the ship, ship
>When he make it drip, drip, kiss him on the lip, lip
>That's the kinda dude I was lookin' for
>And yes, you'll get slapped if you're lookin', ho
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