I'm sorry, but the world is filled is pure piff. hell, even diddy's ghost written verse is tight
The best verse Puff EVER had written for him
Any chick fukkin with me, believe me that's a privelege
I won't be satisfied, till all my nikkaz get it
See you hit it then I hit it, we get it back to split it
And Big be that nikka we be flyin through your hood
And hoodrats scopin with they eyes on my goods
See we date em like we hate em, see em like we don't need em
Treat em like we meet em, and never give up freedom
And we only give our number to selected few
And it's best that you, never knew, what good head'll do
Turn a freak to a bisexual
and if she's flexible fukk the nikka next to you
