| Yeah, Uh
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| I know I make you wanna leave the one you with
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| But I ain’t Usher Raymond
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| I’m the kid that they rush to blamin'
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| For the crush they claimin'
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| Who can make em' blush the same when I ask
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| «What's my name?» | 
| and they yell
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| F-A-B, OHH!
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| You shouldn’t of even brought her my direction
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| Unless she was handcuffed wit a order of protection, yeah
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| I’m talkin' wreckless now
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| Cause I’m the reason that your girlfriends are ya ex’s now, nigga
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| I’m the fella that keep em yellin', and it’s nothin to get em'
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| I don’t sweat em', that’s what I tell em'
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| And they quickly forget 'em, and I bet 'em
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| I get them to forget the day that they met 'em
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| And I let 'em cause I can spend 'em
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| And it’s more then the denim
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| But I’ve been on the move, while you dudes be sleepin'
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| The coupe on 22's keepin shorty sneakin' in
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| She won’t tell the truth she too used to creepin'
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| When Mike is in the booth it’s the truth I’m speakin'
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| Any girl I gave it to, can’t even go love another man
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| I give it to 'em like no other brother can
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| She say my man can barley move me
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| But boy you make me scream like a scary movie
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| On top of that, I’m smoother than the rest of the gangstas
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| And I proved that dude you messed with’s a wanksta (Ohh)
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| Damn homie, ya girl is wit the Street Fam homie
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| And she ain’t fuckin' wit you
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| It’s a shame you lames
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| Can’t even maintain ya dames
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| And it’s insane the way that she gave me brain
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| My pimp game’s the same don’t forget the name
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| And when chicks peep the chain they just can’t restrain
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| Shorty don’t try to fake it, just up and face it
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| Ya time is bein' wasted and ya man’s a basic
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| See it all in his faces, he’s cheap and tasteless
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| But life is what you make it just watch the bracelet
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| Bet ya man can’t do it like me
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| His veins don’t pump pimp fluid like me
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| He’s nowhere near or like me
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| And he probably think keepin' you in check
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| Is buyin' you a pair of Nike’s
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| Why wouldn’t I, get dome from her
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| When the digits on my checks look like phone numbers
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| Fuck it, you might as well tell that busta skiddaddle
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| Not even Cochran can help 'em win this custody battle (Yeah)
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| Catch me in the club, wit a case of bub
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| And a thick chick to rub, niggas hate because
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| When they sit in the truck, they be quick to fuck
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| And I’m gettin' a nut, they just lick it up
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| I’m their favorite, plus the flow is dangerous
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| I don’t aim to get shorties our relationships
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| But they crave the chips, I might need a Range to fit
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| She changed a bit, since I got the hang of it
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| That’s right, we got the hang of it
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| Mike Shorey, Fabolous
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| Street Family, Desert Storm
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| I know you hear us, but I wanna make you mine
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| You know? | 
| Haha, yeah |