| Ridin' around like fuck these hoes
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| Screaming out «I don’t love these hoes»
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| Ridin' around like fuck these hoes
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| Screaming out «I don’t love these hoes»
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| I just remember the feeling, the feeling that can make a man want to kill
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| himself
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| Make everything he believed in go out the door and never wanna reveal himself
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| That’s why you never caught me cheating, I mean I partied on the weekends
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| But never thought about creeping and never let them intervene us
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| But you was out doing you, fuck you, fuck you
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| Bitch I did my part, I always stayed true
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| And fuck all your friends, 'cause I know they knew
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| And this is isn’t what it look like well…
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| Bitch fuck your view
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| You got me fucked up
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| You got me fucked up
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| And now I’m fucked up
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| And I’m calling you
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| And I’m telling you
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| You got me fucked up
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| You got me fucked up
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| And now I’m fucked up
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| And I’m calling you
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| And I’m telling you
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| That I’ve been
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| Ridin' around like fuck these hoes
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| Screaming out «I don’t love these hoes»
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| Ridin' around like fuck these hoes
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| Screaming out «I don’t love these hoes» |
| Ridin' around like fuck these hoes
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| Screaming out «I don’t love these hoes»
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| Nooo, no, no
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| And it’s all your fault
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| And it’s all your fault
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| And it’s all your fault
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| And it’s all your fault
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| Now I’m on the roll couple K’s fasho
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| When I’m always getting blowed ain’t that ever getting old
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| Popping bottles till the morning
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| Til it getting gone, fucking bitches getting money
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| Sipping purple, moving slow, no love for these hoes
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| Yeah, no love for these hoes
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| Weak days like the weekend opened eyes when I’m freaking
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| Making moves while you sleeping with him, now you feeling mistreated
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| Push me off the deep end, go ahead, go be with him
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| 'Cause I’m good now, come back, but you wishing that you could now
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| I’m living good, I can take you out the hood now
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| I’m just hoping you can get it understood now
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| You got me fucked up
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| You got me fucked up
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| And now I’m fucked up
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| And I’m calling you
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| And I’m telling you
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| You got me fucked up
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| You got me fucked up
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| And now I’m fucked up
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| And I’m calling you
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| And I’m telling you
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| That I’ve been |
| Ridin' around like fuck these hoes
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| Screaming out «I don’t love these hoes»
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| Ridin' around like fuck these hoes
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| Screaming out «I don’t love these hoes»
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| Ridin' around like fuck these hoes
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| Screaming out «I don’t love these hoes»
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| Nooo, no, no
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| And it’s all your fault
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| And it’s all your fault
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| And it’s all your fault
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| And it’s all your fault
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| I bet you’re wishing that you’d never played me
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| Play me like a fool (play me like a fool)
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| Ridin' around like fuck these hoes
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| Screaming out «I don’t love these hoes»
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| Ridin' around like fuck these hoes
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| Screaming out «I don’t love these hoes»
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| Ridin' around like fuck these hoes
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| Screaming out «I don’t love these hoes»
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| Nooo, no, no
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| And it’s all your fault
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| And it’s all your fault
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| And it’s all your fault
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| And it’s all your fault |