| Hoes gotta be tamed, bitches have to be bent
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| They dont understand English, hoes gotta be smacked
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| Nigga beat 'em and stomp 'em
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| Barely feed 'em and fuck 'em
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| Don’t get jammed, if ya got 'em
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| Better leave 'em don’t love 'em
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| I be fuckin and duckin
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| Straight thug’n and plugg’n
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| I like pussy but I get turned on more if ya suckin
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| I ain’t trustin no doubt
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| I goes all the way out
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| I’m bout hustlin, disrespectin, bustin you in yo mouth
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| Cause I’m bout real as they come, totally choppers and nines
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| Uptown’s where I’m from keepin hoes in line
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| Believe I’m bout mine
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| Never wine and dine
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| Give me the grease and I’ma shove nine in ya behind
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| I ain’t likes a kind, and I ain’t tryin
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| Don’t mind dyin
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| And when I do I’m dyin slangin that iron
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| I like 'em sexy and fine, I toss 'em, that’s how it go
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| I ain’t flossin but you gon’listenin, better stay in line hoe
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| Pimpin ain’t easy, better stay in line hoe
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| Off top, you gon’respect a nigga mind hoe
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| Nigga I stay shy, keep my hoes in check
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| Keep a pocket full of money, bank roll on fat
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| These hoes stay in line or get they grill straight knocked out
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| Stay in line or get put out your own house
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| I be hard on these hoes cause a bitch ain’t shit
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| Every hoe I done fucked done sucked my dick
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| Me and my B.G. |
| we toss bitches
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| You don’t believe me, ask Danielle and T.C., we ain’t savin bitches
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| I got the game
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| He got the fame
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| Plus I got the change
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| Disrespect and puttin change on ya brain
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| Three of the finest bitches in the city on my team
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| Big body Expedition wit the gangsta lean
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| I wanna see all my homies get on they feet
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| for L.T., a G, throwin a gangsta a key
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| So I can see all my homies ball in the U.P.T.
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| Bat a bitch quick, that’s the modo I follow
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| Toss a bitch through the click, that’s the modo i follow
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| If you real, hold a hoe life in the palm of ya hand
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| If you can’t control a hoe to me ya ain’t no man
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| Bitch, stay in line like the vice grip in the middle of the street
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| Any little thing I make ya taste, any little thing ya get beat
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| You gon’respect the B.G., or I’ll punch ya in your nose
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| You gon’respect the B.G., or I’ll whip ya out your clothes
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| C-M-R-ah gon’ride
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| No other thing gon’fly
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| Expedition and Mercedes cause a nigga like to shine
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| We in front and not behind, not on bottom, on top
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| Not on the side of nothin, hoes get flipped and flopped
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| My nigga ??? |
| pimp a bitch, he a soldier for real
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| My nigga ??? |
| whip a bitch, yeah he hard to kill
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| Uptown bout theirs', nigga I’m bout mine
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| Dogg hoes I share and I make 'em stay in line
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| Never let these hoes take you away from yo ends
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| Drive high, ride fly, buy the big body Benz
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| And pass by they house, blow yo horn and laugh
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| When she come to the door say you hoe and stare
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| To the next muthafucka that hated on you
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| Your baby mama full of drama, tell that bitch it’s through
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| Cause when ya ain’t got nothin these hoes don’t want you around
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| And when you work to get paid, these hoes act like clowns
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| So what could you do to satisfy ungrate
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| Buy a car, treat her like a star, yet the hoe still hate
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| Cause it’s yo skills to pay the bills, nigga ride
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| Respect or eject, cause these hoes are tired
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| I’m on a mission to make a million plus
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| Have platinum on the wall and ride the toll bus
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| Money over bitches, believin that for sho
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| Cash Money and the power, stay in line hoe
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| Beat these bitches, stomp these hoes
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| Ram they shit |