| But I’m sayin'
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| Here I am, say lying and praying
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| That I’m laying something hot
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| Cuz baby, it’s cold outside
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| And even when it’s not, it still is Baby shorties ask me what the deal is Not listenin’to they mom and them
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| Cuz they all know what they talkin''bout, like Willis
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| I say what shorty desire, be what real is And when I first came to her
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| I was still wet behind the ears
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| So I was just the lame to her
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| I heard older cats lay claim to her
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| And say they speak game to her
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| But they never put a name to her
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| So I called her desire
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| Like so many street cars that I did for
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| For her promises, little brothers, there bids for
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| And little sisters sacrifice they head for
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| Even street-wise vets wind up dead for
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| See she will attempt to straight pimp you
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| You’ll scream «Fuck the world»
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| But soon go them too
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| She proclaim that my esteem was way off the rack
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| I had style but it was the Caddy I lack
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| The gangsta white walls and the diamond in the back
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| I asked her was she white or black
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| She said neither one, or somewhere in between
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| Plus she was mean and had been seen
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| In places where cats got big faces
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| Has made some trade in freestyles for freebases
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| I knew that my best friend was meddling
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| But I continued peddling
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| But I got arrested before I got rich
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| Trying to make some scratch
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| Like trigger fingers that itch
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| She told me she call me an ambulance
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| If I ever called her a bitch
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| (I'm so glad)
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| Alright, I tried to be online
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| (Trouble don’t last)
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| But the matrix had a major glitch
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| (Always)
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| She said my style could never switch
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| I was her nigger for life
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| (Always)
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| She said her peeps
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| Probably couldn’t pronounce Malik Yusef
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| But they could pronounce us man and wife
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| (I'm so glad)
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| So the script I attempted to flip, flop
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| (Trouble don’t last)
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| Flip floppin’to backwards, know
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| (Always)
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| In the backseats |