| Beeyatch!
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| It’s a fool cause I’m in Texas-Arkana right?
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| I seen baby girl, she say, look ah uh you know what I say to myself
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| I say, she look like Baby Dattaway! |
| (Dattaway!)
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| You smell that? |
| I say look here
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| I been lookin for you in the broad daylight with a flashlight baby
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| Where you been? |
| (Where you been?)
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| Yeah, like my nigga Pimpin' Ken
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| What we really need to do is put that ho on the track man
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| (any batch, superbad, any batch, smell that?)
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| What we really need to do is put that ho on the track man
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| (any batch, superbad, any batch, smell that?)
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| Well let me borrow yo' broad (let me borrow yo' broad)
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| Let me borrow yo' batch (let me borrow yo' batch)
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| Let me borrow yo' bootch (let me borrow yo' bootch)
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| Let me borrow that ho! |
| (let me borrow that ho!)
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| I hear fetti (petty) callin (callin)
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| Callin (callin) yeah the bitch subject again
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| Broke and reckless eyeballin, fuckin around with Charlie Hustle main
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| It’s in my spine (it's in my spine)
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| And what’s deeply and hella obvious that what the broad think
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| Is her business, must be mine
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| I put the tick in the time, I thought you knew (I thought you knew)
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| Retire (retire) — tsh, BEEYATCH (BEEYTACH!)
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| Through with it before most of these square dancers
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| Even had any kind of idea what to with it, get tired (get tired)
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| He ain’t gon' bust a girl, that ain’t you toughest (that ain’t you toughest)
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| Dude I cain’t play a fool, potnah I’m a solid nigga dig this (dig that)
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| Suspension (suspension)
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| Bitch got to pay me ho, or pay me no attention!
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| Pay attention, this one with extension, big boots with the gloves
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| Seems she’s lookin for love
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| Spent a dub at the bar with her, see I promised not to hit her
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| Long as I can get her
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| To the floor fashion show, short skirt and high heels
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| So the ass can show, satisfaction
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| Action make her ask for mo', gettin dough
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| Don’t need no ho that’s po', you know?
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| You’d rather blow fo' with the snowbunny, well I ain’t mad
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| Cause the ho money mo' money, sweet as snow money
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| Bring it to a pimp so he maintain wealth
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| Forty G’s on the yacht, I got cock for sale
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| Might bail to Miami, nine hoes deep
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| Red Bull and my bad hoes get no sleep
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| Gators on my feet, I talk shit you know
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| On how everything here is a ho
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| Beeyatch!
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| Smell, smell, Char-lie
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| Smell, smell, smell me
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| Smell, smell, the cheezie
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| Smell, smell, smell away
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| You can’t make a tramp a champ even if you put her on a stamp
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| That bitch still wouldn’t be worth a cryin dime
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| A blue nickel, or a screamin quarter
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| 40-Water put it in order
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| Bitch it’s about CB&H and I ain’t talkin about pure cane sugar
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| I’m talkin about cock a butt and HEAD
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| Cock, butt, and head
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| Cock, butt, and head
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| Cock, butt, and head
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| Cock, butt, and head
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| (Beeyatch!)
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| What you need to do is put that ho on the track baby
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| Right now, or let me borrow that broad
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| Let me borrow that batch
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| Let me borrow that bootch
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| Let me borrow that ho |