They love me, for the d,
Than the muse of a family
To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money
Two tres on my waist, and i feel like (d)jango, with and without the d/
They say nothings ever free
You ain't detroit, im the d
Bitch, they call it motor city
That means obama aint got my d
Bitches only holler for a dollar then they suck the d
That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free
They gon keep on watching, give em something to see
But no self respecting girl will let you give her the d,
From any angle, you can't handle my diddy bop/
The clientele buy and sell like a pawn shop
Summertime in the city
Aww shit here we go d
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