| I met this one bitch
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| Her name was ugly; |
| should’ve known I shouldn’t have fucked with
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| But see, when I’m thinking with my dick, everything’s switched
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| I’m Shaq boy, on the block tryna' hit a lick
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| Like I ain’t give a shit, knowing that I gave a fuck
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| Like what if my niggas found out that I was fucking her
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| The one we talked about in school, used to chop her up
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| But my dick tell me I’m a fool if I don’t chop her up
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| I mean she stay around the corner, won’t nobody know
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| Besides I’m tryna slide inside, then I gotta go
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| Gave her my number, told her to keep it on the low
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| She cracked a smile like ,"Trust me, won’t nobody know"
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| Stupid bitch had me fooled everytime I pulled
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| Up to the house I felt bad like,"What the fuck you doin'?"
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| Super head-hunter everynight it’s goin' down
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| But that bad part is that she weigh about three hundred pounds. |
| Damn
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| Man, I done fucked some ugly bitches
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| I’mma keep it real dog, I done fucked some ugly bitches
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| On the real man, I done fucked some ugly bitches
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| C’mon dog, man you know fucked some ugly bitches
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| Fuck it, my nigga, I done fucked some ugly bitches
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| On the real dog, I done fucked some ugly bitches
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| I keep it trill with y’all, I done fucked some ugly bitches
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| C’mon dog, man you know you fucked some ugly bitches
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| Remember back when I was in school, at that Prairie View
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| Where the girls real; |
| freaky, fine, very few
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| Sophisticated, my conversation has designated
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| To get them drawers in the walls like I’m renovatin'
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| I never thought that I would find myself fornicatin'
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| With a bitch that looked like she had born a baby
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| After I fucked, I threw up,"I need some toilet paper"
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| Sick as fuck, throwing up, naw I’m just playin'
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| But shit I could’ve when her friend said I ate her out
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| That ugly bitch man I swear I coulda' laid her out
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| I wanted to look for her, but shit I couldn’t though
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| Cause the last time we fucked, I let her take a picture yo… Damn
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| Shit, now when I’m out here on the road out here doing shows
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| Nine times out of ten, I been gettin' chosed
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| But sometimes, somedays man, shit be slow
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| And I tend to fuck with a bitch I shouldn’t though
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| Like that one chick, I call her Red, never got the no
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| She caught me as I left the club; |
| grabbed me at the door
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| And said, «I'd do anything to get a chance with you.»
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| «Oh for real, like what?», She said, «You tell me boo»
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| «Shit, ain’t no trippin' here’s my phone put yo' shit inside»
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| «Come through I got some liqour baby, we gon' chill tonight»
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| I got through, seein' her phone and something wasn’t right
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| Six kids, the bitch told me she was forty-five…
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| What the fuck |