| Get up and wash my ass and damn, she was just another One Night Stand
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| For big dick daddy, 'case you heard
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| 'cuz she was just another One Night Stand, 'cuz she was just another one
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| Get up and wash my ass and damn, she was just another One Night Stand
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| For big dick daddy, 'case you heard
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| 'cuz she was just another One Night Stand. |
| 'cuz she was just another one
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| Get up and wash my ass and damn, she was just another One Night Stand
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| For big dick daddy, 'case you heard
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| Remember when you’re all alone, my cellular phone
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| Was turned off, smokin' burners with my dogs, and it’s all good baby
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| Everyone who steal the flow, all y’all some hoes
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| Shermed out, let’s make some mo' money
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| I’m kinda hungry, it’s all good, haters
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| I don’t wanna rock 'em if they study another Bone role
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| Will they do the run in when their comin', when I’m rollin' in my home
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| A son of a bitch, I gotta cough, cough in the summer
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| Love of thug nigga, from my calico, I felt I was losin' my mind
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| There was some other kind, really wanna smoke the weed, after you swallow me
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| And try not to follow me, blind, find me 69
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| Real lit, smokin', the finest vintage wine, talkin' bout time with me
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| And you wanna to be something, more than just a dime to me
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| The bitch can cut me, fuck my homies
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| Be a dyke and spike my Hennessy
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| Have babies by one of my enemies (then, then)
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| Come and pretend she wanna be grinned
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| They probably, wanna send me to the end of the cliff
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| Inherit all of my chips and then go spend it with another nigga
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| Well, in my shit and lickin' my lick, nobody does it better than the Rip
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| That’s the shit, welcome the widow, keeping the pistol grip
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| Under my pillow, well, when you peep out the window, it’s so cold
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| Get in 'fore the wind blow
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| No hoes allowed -lowed -lowed. |
| Get in 'fore the wind blow
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| No hoes allowed, no hoes allowed, no hoes allowed
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| That bitch can cluck and fuck my homies
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| Be a dyke and spike my Hennessy
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| Have babies by one of my enemies, then, then, then
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| Man the chicks can cut me, fuck my homies
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| Be a dyke and spike my Hennessy
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| Have babies by one of my enemies, then, then, then, then, then
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| I woke up early in the mornin' with my Glock, you’re fine, yawnin'
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| Smellin' like last night’s Hen, 'til the crack of dawn we get it on
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| Then again, nigga reel it down from me, just 'cuz we’re T-H-U-Gs
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| But the money was abundant, start up my family tree
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| Eager to move, we live and we die in Cleveland
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| That same week or sell speakers
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| Bid for insurance, and that ass won’t free my people with warrants
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| Over there, come call us, all this over a hoe
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| My homeboy has no dough and wants to force it, let me know
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| What a crazy ass life, play me right, don’t play me twice
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| Damn, I’m a grown man, getting in big fights, It’d be nice to settle down
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| Yeah right, yeah right, yeah right, yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
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| Man, a bitch can’t cut me
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| Fuck my homies, homies, homies, homies (I'm still high)
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| And be a dyke and spike my Hennessey, then, then, then (it's all right.)
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| Have babies by one of my enemies
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| Have babies by one of my enemies (I'm still high)
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| Phone jury, call the police, they can never hold me. |
| (I'm still high)
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| Eventually, you’re gonna remember me |