| More bullshit, here we go again
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| Anonymous tips, and false love from ya friends
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| Said they saw my car around that one bitch crib again
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| When will you ever learn? |
| Them hoes is miserable
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| They know what we be doin'
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| They know where we be goin'
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| They wish it was them instead of you I’m diggin' on
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| With all this trippin' you just gonna make it easy for 'em
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| I’m just sayin' mama, quit playin' mama
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| Walk in the house and shorty go the long face
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| Oh shit, whatcha home girl say?
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| I guess I was the topic at the beauty shop today
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| You let them heffers tell it; |
| I’m constantly on dates
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| And for the most part I’m in the studio droppin' my tapes
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| I invite you to sessions you don’t be wantin' to stay
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| Til four and five in the mornin'
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| You worryin' bout me tourin'
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| And layin' up with these bitches
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| I wonder if a rapper-relationsship really fitcha
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| Cos basically
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| You be takin me
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| Outta my zone
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| Tryina test my patience or drive em crazy ringin' my phone
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| I answer it, you listenin' for background noise
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| All CSI tryna detect female voice
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| And that’s so uncomfortable
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| You used to be my down-ass chick what did you turn into
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| I’m tryna have it all Cliffe and Clair Huxtable
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| I’m almost to the point where I’m fed up with you
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| I’m just sayin' mama, stop playin' mama
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| Whatchu mean 'what I’m packin' for'?
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| I’mma give you minute, you’ve been actin' up
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| Grab me some boxes, a couple Air Maxes and stuff
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| XBox and games on the passenger seat of my truck
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| Bring it by my other crib where my little brother live
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| Clear my head, be back in a couple days
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| Few different tangled biddies, pretty skinnies in my bed
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| But they only get my dick, not my heart B
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| If you ain’t the one you the proto-type, word to André
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| See them as freaks and I see you as my fiancé
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| I don’t ever bring that bullshit round home base
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| I keep G, gimme that, I mean come one B
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| And even you said it
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| No other nigga can hit it like I did it
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| And no other will ever get a chance to get it
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| I’m tryna have it all Barack and Michelle
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| If you ridin' then I’ll be back when it ain’t hard for me to tell
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| I’m just sayin' mama, stop playin' mama |