| It’s on you girl, it’s all on you, girl!
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| It’s on you girl, it’s all on you!
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| Look girl, you know that I wanna hit that
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| You only with it cause you know I kick a sick rap
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| Your man wanna combat, but I ain’t on that
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| He just mad that AMB got the contract
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| Funny how so many bitches wanna come by
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| When back then it was, «Aww, he’s just some guy»
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| Now that my paper’s straight, they wanna act right
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| Flossin' them titties and steady workin' the backside
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| Whisper in my ear sayin' they can treat a thug right
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| Well, that ain’t me, bitch. |
| I live scrub life
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| Cause that’s the only way I escape
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| Watchin' my old school Monday night Nitro tapes
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| With my homeboys — And they' tap that ass
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| Most times they do, it’s just a part of the path
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| From the crowd to the stage, from the stage to the head
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| Through the back, to the crew, to the bus, to the bed
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| If you had it your way it wouldn’t end with a thanks
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| It’d be bus to the bed then straight to the bank
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| Fuck that
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| All you want is some superstar sex
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| To try to get you some of them superstar checks
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| Keep callin' me superstar and this what you get
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| Mister Otis chokin' the shit outta that pretty little neck (just fuckin' die!)
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| And don’t think for a second that you’re wifey
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| You get a dick and that’s it and then I’m like, «Peace!»
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| It’s like this; |
| you ain’t right you trife bitch, you sick
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| Always out for my chips and dip
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| You think them lips will get shit from me?
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| Nothin' but a nut and a fuck and that’s free
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| You think them lips will get shit from me?
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| Nothin' but a nut and a fuck and that’s free
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| It’s on you girl, it’s all on you, girl!
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| It’s on you girl, it’s all on you!
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| Oh no, I seen her comin' from a long ways
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| She got a limp and her walkin' don’t look okay
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| Steady shakin' and bakin' takin' them baby steps
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| More like a shuffle or hustle, but with a broke neck
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| Bitch, I ain’t got no twenty for that ass
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| Cause you know crackheads don’t pay nobody back
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| I can drop you off at my homie’s crib
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| And they’d love to give that dirty little neden a dip, shit
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| I ain’t hatin' I’m just sayin' that you playin
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| All that namin' on my game, that shit’s gotta go
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| And I’m creepin' and you sleepin' on them meetin' to decide
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| When the fuck we gonna roll on this basehead hoe
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| One thing I gotta do before you say somethin' else
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| Is try to get this girl some professional help
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| I’m gonna get someone to take you out
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| To try to get some food instead of dick in your mouth
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| Cause it’s like that
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| I ain’t down and you ain’t shit
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| Back up off the dip, you dumb bitch
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| I chop necks and sirens
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| By all means, stay off the street and start smokin' the green
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| I see you screamin' at the camera up on T. V
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| Steady makin' your rounds up on the news team
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| Cause they give up a hoe that’s so dead and sick
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| But she’ll never catch a drift of my chips and dip!
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| It’s like this; |
| you ain’t right you trife bitch, you sick
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| Always out for my chips and dip
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| You think them lips will get shit from me?
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| Nothin' but a nut and a fuck and that’s free
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| You think them lips will get shit from me?
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| Nothin' but a nut and a fuck and that’s free
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| It’s on you girl, it’s all on you, girl!
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| It’s on you girl, it’s all on you!
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| And that’s right! |
| Scrub life, bitch! |
| Sweat from my biggity balls! |