| I met this shorty at the club
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| Nigga was iced out, all that
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| Had platinum on, all that
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| Got his number, called his house
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| His moms was like «yo, son, the phone»
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| Pretty thugs, pretty thugs, pretty thugs
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| Ain’t interested in no scrubs, no scrubs
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| Got to have atleast to have fifty dubs
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| In your pocket if we giving you love, we giving you love
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| Boy what’s on your mind? |
| We ain’t got much time
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| You said you pushing a Benz, but boy I think you better stop lying
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| What made you tell the truth, now we gotta give you the boot
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| Shoo shoo shoo shoo, shoo shoo shoo shoo doop doop doop
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| Stop lying, stop lying, stop lying
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| Stop lying, stop lying, stop lying…
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| Listen here boy, I don’t care if you ride the bus
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| I ride the bus wit ya
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| I don’t care if you hopin' on the train, we can do that to
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| But don’t tell me you got all this stuff that you really ain’t got… |