| You know them ladies half amazing half crazy
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| Baby wanna make a baby baby please what she say to me
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| Yeah
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| Ain’t nutin' new up under the sun
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| She want a boy
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| I don’t want none
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| Girl just wanna have fun
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| I’m tryin to get my funds count my ones
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| Nutin' new up under the sun
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| Gotta a brother up under the gun
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| Gotta run cause a girl got a plan to get a man
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| Ain’t a ring on my hand
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| All she wants is me and her to be one
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| Uh, let me tell you how the story begun
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| At first thought she was the one
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| She was chill then so much fun
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| Her uzi weighed a ton
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| Didn’t know I was chillin with a loaded gun
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| Can you feel or hear me son
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| Disappear reappear call me hang up
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| Love me hate me quit me date me
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| Baby on the low might Robert Blake me
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| You want your problem solved holler dog
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| Can’t be seen with her in the mall
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| Givin you a piece of my catalogue
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| Never thought you would pull up at a broad
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| But I had it y’all
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| Bagged it y’all
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| Hate it when a girl get mad at y’all
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| I’m a snap at y’all
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| Don’t panic nah
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| The reason why a five nigga haven’t called
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| Ain’t nutin' new up under the sun
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| No money no car why you call me a bum
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| Cause you got cake and I’m scrapin crumbs
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| Now I’m on the video your face look stunned
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| Nutin up under the sun
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| Fellas succumb when they nails and they hair get done
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| It’s better for some to tell’em when young
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| Keep’em under space in the place til they head get sprung
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| I can’t mess wit you hoes
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| Out to get my dough
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| Alterior with the mo
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| From my heart the plot is closed
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| You know
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| You thought since I was nice
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| Since I was blind like some mice
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| But I’m a man with that vice
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| Baby please get it right
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| All of us used to walk the world
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| Akward scared to talk to girls
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| Every flavor, even chocolate swirl
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| Can’t get a housewife from a stalker girl
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| Ah ah
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| Cannot handle a high caliber woman
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| Camera hold steady
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| A blast and I’m a move it around
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| Tryin take advantage and vanish for standing how I’m a get down
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| Uh, I’m a break it down real real quick
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| Just cause she fine don’t mean she fine
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| In the time it took me to write this rhyme
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| Baby done slept with all man kind
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| Don’t play me play lotto
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| You can’t rip it like no throttle
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| Get yo ass up out that bottle girl
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| Stuff the benz in some model world
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| Let me spit this man
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| With miss thang
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| Put it in the way just to get this Jane
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| Sorry girlfriend I forgot your name
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| Don’t blame me just blame the game
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| Your claim to fame ain’t your brain
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| Without no game her end can’t complain
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| She don’t wanna make the change
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| She just wanna shake that thing and chase that fame |