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[Intro: Cashmere James] (Cough) Look Here Uh [Hook: Monty C. Benjamin] 1st things first Cashmere stay killin' Second thing dawg I'm not Amer-ican Style so dope Like pimp canes Lifting on hoes Yellin' bout doe Homer j. simpson [Verse 1: Monty C. Benjamin] Talking my business Start I end it Awe I just might White chalk all my victims Darling My mind so star lit I glimmer Within the darkest days Like shades of my winter Call it What ya wanna High horse Conceited big headed For-get it Just know I mean it The Realest thing That you ever seen A thesis To what I'm thinking I'm the truth Abe lincolin Awe Man I got a million reasons Why girls that's even strippers See the god And believe it Maybe cuz how I bless the track And do like I do Ok now I won't do a million Maybe I'll give you a few [Hook: Monty C. Benjamin] Ok 1st things first Cashmere official 2 bad things Tryna blow on whistle I walk outside My vehicle To rose pedals Girls washing my windows [Verse 2: Monty C. Benjamin] Oh I'm ice cicle Cold I might get you Wrapped up in pneumonia Just off my aroma Giving you uncut From the gut Just like smoker Or people that's born And raised as a Samoan Bless you with the dopeness Yes you can hold it Stretch But are your arms strong Enough to hold it Oh shit I'm explosive Like dre in the moment 2001 & chronic my ceratone (I'm gone) You know You wanna roll with the coldest Thing since rick James The veins nearly frozen Preaching my game To dames and I'm hoping Even close mined girls get open [Hook: Monty C. Benjamin] Now 1st things 1st Cashmere that nigga Dude to cool Check blue like sigma All I drank is see through liquor Some body please watch my liver [Verse3: Monty C. Benjamin] Odd I might switch up Bars I deliver And if I gotta be Like y'all I give up Strong as my pick up Line to Rhianna Trying to find sisters Dying to bi wit her If you don't like Yourself? Me neither Sly young man This mink a long reacher Awe they called PETA Panning my speakers Can yall not look when I hook my divas? Young man made that plan Y'all see us All been irie at the end India This ain't right That left field leader Done came through And he grew Cha chia Cheeers Chea