| He in love, but I treat him like a side hoe
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| He be spinning on me like a cyclone
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| Blowing up my phone like a psycho
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| Get back in your lane, you a side hoe
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| Side hoe, side hoe
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| I turn a hundred baby daddies into side hoes
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| Got him spinning on me like a cyclone
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| Gotta keep him in his lane with the side hoes
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| No touch, no feel, no pics
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| Got a problem with the rules?
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| You could dip
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| What can I say? |
| I’m a fool with the drip
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| I’m from the Bay, it ain’t new to a pimp (Uh)
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| I’m just too fly
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| Still on my shit
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| (Sauce every way?)
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| Hope he don’t slip
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| Stay in your lane
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| Boy get a grip
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| He think it’s Frito Lay
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| I want them chips, aye
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| Debbie work them all like a maestro
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| If it ain’t bout the money hit the side phone
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| I ain’t looking for a man, you can try though
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| I only want you on the side like fries, hoe
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| He in love, but I treat him like a side hoe
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| He be spinning on me like a cyclone
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| Blowing up my phone like a psycho
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| Get back in your lane, you a side hoe
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| Side hoe, side hoe
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| I turn a hundred baby daddies into side hoes
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| Got him spinning on me like a cyclone
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| Gotta keep him in his lane with the side hoes
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| You’re my side hoe, my dear
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| No texts, no calls, let’s make this shit clear
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| He says he loves me, I think he’s sincere
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| And I ain’t paid a bill in about two years
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| Cheers, big stones in my ears
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| 100K or better on leather when I steer
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| Hear me blocks away or when I switch gears
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| House in the woods, I might hit a deer
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| Don’t cry me a river, no feelings, no tears
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| Buy me a river and let’s disappear
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| For the weekend, my beloved cashier
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| You know I’m talented, so fund my career
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| Yeah
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| Cash, no debit
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| Get the best interest rate, he got great credit
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| I break him til he’s broke, I’m unapologetic
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| Call the paramedics, them pockets need a medic
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| (I'm killin' him?)
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| He in love, but I treat him like a side hoe
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| He be spinning on me like a cyclone
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| Blowing up my phone like a psycho
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| Get back in your lane, you a side hoe
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| Side hoe, side hoe
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| I turn a hundred baby daddies into side hoes
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| Got him spinning on me like a cyclone
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| Gotta keep him in his lane with the side hoes |