| I love my girlfriend, I be grabbing for her
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| He that flinch for his hip — she blamming him up
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| Through your chest — two detectives bagging him up
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| Handle em rough — he who gambles
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| Pray she stays straight — never jams when I’m stuck
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| She protected my nigga Travis — when niggas shot up the Benz
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| Jump up — pop — and hollerin'
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| Stop for the stop sign — and she silent
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| I don’t silence her
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| Speak when she want
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| Prefer to keep her here with me
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| But she can sleep where she want
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| My nigga Nuk gave her to me like huuh
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| I’mma fuck with her
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| This the one that don’t like Anthony
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| Started clutching her
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| Hit her with that extension she lifted
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| I fell in love with her
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| Serial numbers scraped
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| Molested but still in shape
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| ? |
| traded for favors
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| A slave so I saved her
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| New Bonnie and Clyde
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| Of the cake 'cause, she spray ya
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| Love a lot of hoes
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| This one here could be my favorite
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| With my girlfriend — catch me with my girlfriend
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| You might think I’m crazy
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| But she is not a person
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| Squeeze and she squirting
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| Don’t make me have to hurt them
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| Think I’m crazy
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| I lover her like a person
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| They slanderin' her name
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| Tryin to break us apart
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| I could receive time
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| At any given time if we caught
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| I’m like fuck it that’s for suckers
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| Come on baby we sure
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| Picture in the paper
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| Cause of you they know who we are
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| Like the E got extra clips
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| On the passenger side
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| On top of my dick
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| All across my lap as I drive
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| You freaky it ain’t no secret
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| You nothing like other broads
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| All up under my shirt
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| In public you in my drawers
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| Hope to trust you
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| Sleeping with anybody who plugged you
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| Must you — be so cold whenever I tuck you
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| Don’t you — want to — maybe let me unwind you
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| Switching out your spring — pre-action like that 9 do
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| Greased so there’s no hesitation when I’m behind you
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| Picture she went off a nigga in the face
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| From the bottom — now she swimming in the bottom of a lake
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| From the bottom — now she swimming in the bottom of a lake
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| With my girlfriend — catch me with my girlfriend
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| You might think I’m crazy
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| But she is not a person
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| Squeeze and she squirting
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| Don’t make me have to hurt them
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| Think I’m crazy
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| I lover her like a person
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| With my girlfriend — catch me with my girlfriend
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| You might think I’m crazy
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| But she is not a person
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| Squeeze and she squirting
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| Don’t make me have to hurt them
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| Think I’m crazy
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| I lover her like a person
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| Charming it seems
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| Fresh garments the seam
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| Know at any given moment
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| Just what karma could bring
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| Went from being unarmed
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| To arm with a thing
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| Try crossing without caution
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| Put your arm in a sling
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| Perhaps I’ll give elaborate detail
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| Of the hard ruin
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| Youth don’t go to school
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| They duck and they dodge truant
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| They jump in cars movin'
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| They smart, but they all foolish
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| Blinded by the light
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| So I got em with raw music
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| Authentic — you niggas is all gimmicks
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| Talk like I was taught — don’t walk
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| It’s off limits
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| My mind been a flower in full bloom
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| For years
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| Rest of the crew sour
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| Pulled through with tears
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| Destined to be something
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| Forget about it or fuck it
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| I miss my nigga Wig
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| And I think about him for nothing
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| Black Range Rover
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| Me, and Mark — Hail Caesar
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| Tried us we stood tall
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| Like the Barksdale |