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Flat Tummy TeaUh, I beat the pot like Joseph beat Mike and JermaineOne came out light, one came out dark but they smokin' the same I break a 50 on blunts and give my smoker the change That nigga flexin', VVS every stone in the chain Gold body, my jeweler, he black mummy me I be all in these bitches' stomach like flat tummy tea Crackers came to Africa, ravaged, raffled, and rummaged me America was the name of they fuckin' company Stackin' niggas like cargo over and under me Pick cotton bails and the coca leaf off the money tree Niggas won't let you live in peace but love to see you rest in peace Broke and poppin' and drinkin' on the rest, they got the best of me I'm choppin' it up on the table, 'cause there wasn't no label gon' invest in me These niggas'll ride your |