| What is lady like?
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| Baby, give me head tonight
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| I cannot fuck with pussy niggas
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| But I know these bitches might
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| He keep rubbin', he keep touchin', he know what I like
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| If I got a issue, I just call him, I don’t gotta fight
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| Ooh, hol' up
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| Don’t record, don’t record
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| It’s my mama callin' me, I gotta press “ignore”
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| I put that pussy on him, later on I heard a snore
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| He keep that Uzi on him, they don’t check him at the door
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| Now I’m the baddest, tough-talking savage
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| Oh, you mad, bitch?
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| What happen? |
| Come again?
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| She saw this money on me, then lil’ mama got the dancing
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| I know I’m too conceited
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| They can’t stand it with a passion
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| [Pre-Chorus]
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| My attitude so nasty
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| I act just like my Papi
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| A lot of niggas want a piece of me
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| Like I’m some candy
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| I ran me up a check
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| And then my pockets started bragging
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| Can’t let you waste my time
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| So if you want to talk I’m taxing
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| [Chorus]
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| But I can’t help it, it's just my attitude
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| My attitude
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| My attitude, my attitude
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| My attitude
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| My attitude, my attitude
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| My attitude
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| My attitude, my attitude
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| I don’t know, I just can’t help it
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| Man, I guess that just my attitude
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| [Verse 2]
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| Hol' on, hol' on
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| Bitch, why you following us everywhere?
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| Ho, you act like a kid
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| I pray to God I never lose myself over some dick
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| Hol' on, but I’ll ride his shit
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| And I’ma let you do it too, let’s see who he gon’ pick
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| And I’m back on my shit again
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| Ain’t worried about fitting in
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| Had a pit stop but I still win
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| Got a tall nigga with a 9-inch
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| And he fell in love with a rap bitch
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| Not classy, I’m ratchet
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| If I twerk it, he gon’ smack it
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| Put money in my basket
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| I got some expensive habits
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| Don’t like to be romantic
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| But I want my diamonds dancing
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| I don’t give second chances
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| Once you take a bitch for granted
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| My attitude so nasty
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| I know my mouth do some damage
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| They giving me a challenge, I hope that they know I'm ready
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| [Pre-Chorus]
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| My attitude so nasty
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| I act just like my Papi
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| A lot of niggas want a piece of me
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| Like I’m some candy
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| I ran me up a check
|
| And then my pockets started bragging
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| Can’t let you waste my time
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| So if you want to talk I’m taxing
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| [Chorus]
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| But I can’t help it, it's just my attitude
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| My attitude
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| My attitude, my attitude
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| My attitude
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| My attitude, my attitude
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| My attitude
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| My attitude, my attitude
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| I don’t know, I just can’t help it
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| Man, I guess that just my attitude |