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U.S. Open Lyrics - Artist : Mac Dre
Da U.S. Open (uh, hello, uh)
Let the games begin (hello, uh, hello) You white around the mouth Your lips need car-mex I'm steady jumpin' out more whips than Car Max I'm rock star stooey with the Louie guitar strap Get weeded not conceded Give a groupie a call back I'm all that and a bag a chips dude Got fists dude Beat downs get issued I'm rich dude TV's and errythang Diamond's shinin', danglin'... You white around the mouth Your lips need car-mex I'm steady jumpin' out more whips than Car Max I'm rock star stooey with the Louie guitar strap Get weeded not conceded Give a groupie a call back I'm all that and a bag a chips dude Got fists dude Beat downs get issued I'm rich dude TV's and errythang Diamond's shinin', danglin' from my heavy chain Very plain, and I come dumb with it Your soft, hand it off, let a real nigga run with it I'm dumb fitted, shitted, P-O-L-O Your chick's a flirt She always tell me "Hello" She shake it like jello to see if I'm a look She off the hook And potna I'm a crook I take your bitch if I want her Cuss up on her Bust nuts on her Handcuff your bitch (handcuff the bitch) If you really love her (if you really love her) Handcuff your bitch (handcuff the bitch) If you really love her (if you really love her) Handcuff your bitch (handcuff the bitch) If you really love her (if you really love her) Handcuff your bitch Handcuff your bitch Handcuff your bitch If you love your bitch |
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