| When times get hard you need somebody in your corner
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| To talk to and be there for you, now understand I want a
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| Woman with some sex, who can stay up on her work
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| It’s so many women in this world
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| They so called man done left 'em hurt
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| All they crying day and night
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| Got her looking for the right man
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| Well some of these women they can’t be trusted
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| Cause they’ll fuck yo friend
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| And then they punk-ass nigga won’t even tell ya
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| If I fucked on yo gal well I’mma tell ya like a playa, playa
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| And we can toast to that, smoke a quarter pound of dope
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| Never bring ya playa hatin' niggas around yo hoe
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| Cause you will never know who to trust
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| I trust no soul now that’s a must
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| A difficult way for me to get fucked up
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| A real woman she gonna tell ya if she’s fuckin' off
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| Cause she’ll get paid or she’ll leave a nigga jackin' off
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| That’s why I keep a older bitch to keep myself alive
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| Every good pimp need a good bitch by his side
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| Pimpin' and hoin'
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| Is the best thing goin'
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| I love to make money
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| Meanin' I want a women that makes money
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| Just bring my motherfuckin' bread hoe, ain’t shit funny
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| Low-class niggas wanna chill and hit the pussy
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| And when she don’t douch it he’ll still probably lick the pussy
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| Cause that hoe got him hooked to live a different life
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| What he don’t know: he got a hoe for a house wife
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| Most of his friends hangin', most of his friends got a life
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| But the hoe got his soul so he better have his game tight
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| But he’s a young nigga and he can take it
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| He caught the bitch naked with another nigga least suspected
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| They got the candles burnin', drinkin' on (?), smokin' on hay
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| But when the lights came on you should’ve saw his face
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| He was cryin' with the bitch
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| Then the bitch start cryin' with him
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| The dick was good so she quit him
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| Now be real to ya nigga cause them bitches doin' chewin', Blowin',
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| goin' and real pimps be knowin'
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| Pimpin' and hoin'
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| Is the best thing goin'
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| Well I was at the astrodome watchin' Mary J. Blige
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| With them backstage passes, kickin' it with the North Side
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| I flew from the hobby airport to the M
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| -E-M-P-H-I-S, home of the pimps
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| I’m livin' out on a porch, shakin' dice all night
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| Mane I’m takin' a tour through graceland
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| Tryin' to cum up on Michael Jackson wife
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| A broke-ass hoe can’t suck my dick
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| I’m takin' her money cause a hoe can’t get me shit
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| I’m screamin' out knowledgeship, empty her pockets
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| This hoe finna break herself
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| … finna (?) 'em haters that dw-en-ell
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| In my district appreciatin' bullshit to talk about
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| A punishment in return, AK shells rotatin' in yo mouth
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| I’m a souuul taker, smokin' on some Lucifer
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| Shootin' you down, yellin' «Revolution!», I’m in danger
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| With anger, a stranger in my set
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| Slippin' on banana clips but my pimpin' won’t let me slip
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| Pimpin' and hoin'
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| Is the best thing goin' |