| Crazy women the kind who set your clothes on fire
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| The ones that bust your car windows out and slash your tires
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| When it’s peaceful she be bored but when it’s drama she love it
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| The one who talk loud and cuss to make a scene out in public
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| No matter what you try to do for her, it ain’t no pleasing
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| First she cool then she pissed off for no damn reason
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| You in ya car check your rear-view, she trailing behind you
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| She’ll blow everybody phone up that you know till she find you
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| It be seeming like she drunk man but really she’s sober
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| The kind that start cussing the laws out when y’all getting pulled over
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| Chill your girl but on the cool you kinda scared on the low
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| Might see a chick that she don’t even know and go «I hate that hoe»
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| The kind who argue all night and always think she right
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| The type to run up and swag on a dude you wouldn’t even fight
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| She got a case she on probation and still won’t quit
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| The type to come up to your job tripping and starting some shit
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| And even if she in the wrong, she want you to side with her
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| And got three or four crazy home girls that’ll ride with her
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| Try’na leave her, she’ll sabotage your whole situation
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| Go lying and dig up all your personal information
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| Accusing you of things you didn’t do to start drama
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| The kind of chick that bet not ever introduce to yo mama
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| If you try to break up with her but you married with kids
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| She goin call your wife and tell her everything that y’all did
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| She’ll invetrate yo stash and bleed yo cash
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| And if you mess around and get her pregnant, that’s yo ass
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| But you keep on coming back to her, through all of the plex
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| Cause everybody know that’s crazy woman got the best sex
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| Yeah
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| Crazy dudes so in love we throwed off in the dome
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| Hiding in the bushes waiting on yo ass to get home
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| We handcuffing, everything that you doing he wanna know
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| Going to jail is a routine like a trip to the corner store
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| And even if the cops around you, you don’t feel protected
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| If he don’t threatening you at least once a day you’ll feel neglected
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| The type of dude to fight yo daddy and ain’t scared of the laws
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| That’ll pop up at your front door and a roam in some draws
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| You see em walk the streets daily, but he gone in the mind
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| Kind you wake up and just find standing over you crying
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| The kind you couldn’t run away from if you move to Iraq
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| And that restraining order you filed don’t it don’t mean jack
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| Fatal attracting to the third power you wish you could leave
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| He’ll go aging physically drag you out the club by your weave
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| All kinds of criminal history and dirt in his folder
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| The ones that threaten to kill they self, when you tell em it’s over
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| Told you he loved you the first day that y’all started talking
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| Always accusing you of looking at other dudes when y’all walking
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| Twenty-five eighty constantly around yo ass
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| Changing number and move two times still found yo ass!
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| Writing crazy letters begging you in every sentence
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| Left you twenty-five voicemails in fifteen minutes
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| You’re real jealous, any trust he tried to show you it’s phony
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| And always thinking you sneaking around town with one of his homies
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| He knows street fighting, Tae bo, kung-fu and karate
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| And if he catch you out of line, he’ll goin kill everybody
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| But you keep on coming back, despite what momma said
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| Cause he be tearing yo little ass up when he get’chu in bed |