| Man, the chick doin' pillow talk
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| Tellin' em' secret shit while he drill her off
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| Shorty you foul you need ya chin tapped
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| Off with the jewelry, money, pass the keys to Benz back
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| Who hat is this?
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| Bitch done lost her motherfuckin' marbles
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| Bring a nigga home to my nice shit, Barbedienne marble
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| Flat screen TV’s in this bitch like at BB’s
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| Abbreviation for Best Buy, things about to be Left Eye
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| Cat playin' while the dog was out cakin'
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| Showin' kids out a state, how to bake without a apron
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| Head for the crib unannounced and you actin' startled
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| Two drinkin' cups, a Cristal Rosé bottle
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| And the fuckin' sheets on the bed look disheveled
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| Bitch you got the nerve to act mad cause I won’t hug you
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| Baby I back out on you, show you what a thug do
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| Leave your ass somewhere in the woods, turn in to bug food
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| I’m seein' Ginger from Casino in this whore face
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| Every last dollar better be in my floor safe
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| I see the lies in your eyes, can’t even talk straight
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| I switchblade bubble scar your thighs like a North Face
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| Should’ve known better than fuck with a pigeon head
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| Should a just came for the brain like Return Of The Living Dead
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| Should grab the gun with the biggest lead
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| And give it to her, put two through her
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| Ruger in her soup cooler
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| Instead I’ll remove the jewels from the Jewish jewelers
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| It’s back to the sewer, you ain’t worth a prison bed
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| Coattail rider how long you thought the journey last?
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| Turned the girl to a lady, high heels and a Hermès bag
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| Bothers the soul that the cunt would call her attorney, mad
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| You ain’t know nothing bout' upper scale livin'
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| Til' a nigga snatched you up, gave you Dutches and well vision
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| Custom tailor stitching, the butler, maid, kitchen drippin'
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| ?? |
| rocked up with scales sniffin'
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| Both wrists all icy like fuckin' hail hit em
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| You know ya' played yourself I see it in your sad eyes
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| Games over baby, say goodnight to the bad guy |