| Uh, uh
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| She ain’t lookin' for love, she just lookin' for things
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| She just lookin' for a nigga that’s chasin' his dreams
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| A youngin' she tell him how much she love him
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| And she know he gon' accept it cause
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| A nigga been thru some things
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| She cal around the city to see what he stackin'
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| What type of car he drive, what type of weight he packin'
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| Shit is he lame or is he cool, does he bang and is he rude
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| Does he claim to be in school, is he attending classes
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| Don’t want a low life, she livin' that hoe life, she ain’t got no life
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| But fuckin' and suckin' these niggas and livin' the poor life
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| Don’t treat her poor light, don’t give her no light
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| But we the reason when they loved us we ain’t give them no life
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| That’s not right, look how they changin' the game
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| And now these women want the money, cars, clothes and that fame
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| It’s not right, but tell me who can you blame
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| When every nigga treat em' wrong and they mamas' the same
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| That’s not right, look how they changin' the game
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| Look how these women want the money, cars, clothes and the fame
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| It’s not right, but tell me who can you blame
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| When every nigga treat em' wrong and they mamas' the same
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| Yeah
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| Who gon' change the world, for that baby girl
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| In her stroller, when she get older, she could save the world
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| Her soul is so pure, it ain’t made of pearls
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| And yeah that girl strippin' with somebody’s baby girl
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| While her mama workin' hard to bring the food home
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| She out here workin' hard just to keep her phone on
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| So she won’t get left behind, in the social battleground
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| We got the lower end, I want them better times
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| That 'let me walk you home from school' that was my favorite line
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| But now these 12 year old kids makin' babies now
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| By 18, she be doin' lines, and probly dead by age 25
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| That’s not right, look how they changin' the game
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| And now these women want the money, cars, clothes and that fame
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| It’s not right, but tell me who can you blame
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| When every nigga treat em' wrong and they mamas' the same
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| That’s not right, look how they changin' the game
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| Look how these women want the money, cars, clothes and the fame
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| It’s not right, but tell me who can you blame
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| When every nigga treat em' wrong and they mamas' the same |