| Yo, yo
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| Yo, if you gonna hit niggas' girl
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| Just expect niggas to hit your girl
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| And that’s it
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| (112 help me say)
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| If she got with you when
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| She already had a man
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| Why wouldn’t she cheat on you
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| (Why wouldn’t she cheat on you)
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| If she got with you when
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| She already had a man
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| Why wouldn’t she cheat on you
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| (Why wouldn’t she cheat on you)
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| Ma$e, come on
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| If I’m in the streets or I’m in my Jeep
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| And I’m with my peep, ex know not to speak
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| See it’s all good, and it’s all sweet
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| All women flirt, all women cheat
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| So I might spend a week down in Virginia Beach
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| Out or in the sheets, blaze plenty freaks
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| Be the Bad Boy everybody wanna meet
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| Practice what I preach, never caught when I cheat
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| If I ain’t work late, I say I was with my peeps
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| And quick to tell a ho, yo I ain’t get the beep
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| And all these girls is quite the same
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| So it ain’t your pencil, it’s how you write your name
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| If she got with you when
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| She already had a man
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| Why wouldn’t she cheat on you
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| (Why wouldn’t she cheat on you)
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| If she got with you when
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| She already had a man |
| Why wouldn’t she cheat on you
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| (Why wouldn’t she cheat on you)
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| Ain’t nobody hotter than the Jam Don Dada
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| Been around the world with girls at Ramada
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| Never been the one that chick lie to, Escada, Prada
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| And yo when Cease got a girl he gotta
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| Though I love a ghetto girl that keep her doobie fly
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| 39 on my Benz them niggas and super size
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| Girl talk slick but I see through the lies
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| You don’t got TV, whatcha mean who am I
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| If you knew what I knew, you wouldn’t be givin' her pearls
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| If you know that she cheap why you live with the girl
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| Half you cats couldn’t live in my world
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| 'Cause you couldn’t picture another nigga hittin' your girl, what?
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| If she got with you when
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| She already had a man
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| Why wouldn’t she cheat on you
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| (Why wouldn’t she cheat on you)
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| If she got with you when
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| She already had a man
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| Why wouldn’t she cheat on you
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| (Why wouldn’t she cheat on you)
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| Is it because, my game is stronger? |
| Name last longer
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| On the brain, like a whole eighth of 'caine
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| Chicks stop, mesmerize, rub up on they tatas
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| Like push up bras, who you dealin' with ma? |
| It’s Jigga |
| You know the rawest, ice is flawless, baby
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| Nights is lawless, recite for ballers
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| And I fools y’all fake players every time
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| 'Cause you only hit chicks that you think is mine
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| You know how I paid his due, but I’m unfadeable
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| Mommy screamin' «Papi, can I skate with you?»
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| They wanna ride with me, stay fly with me
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| Wanna help me get rid of my rivalries
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| Wanna be the Ebony to my Ivory
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| But I’m straight though, thanks ma, I only chase dough
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| We can lay for tonight, but in the mornin'
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| I get Shirley Murdock, I hope your door slam lock, I’m gone
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| If she got with you when
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| She already had a man
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| Why wouldn’t she cheat on you
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| (Why wouldn’t she cheat on you)
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| If she got with you when
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| She already had a man
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| Why wouldn’t she cheat on you
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| (Why wouldn’t she cheat on you)
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| Yo, you can’t think you gonna be cheatin' and the girl ain’t gonna cheat
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| Just like you cheat, they could cheat
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| And I just think, you a fool if you think girls don’t cheat |