| I had to tell her I don’t care
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| Can’t lie, young, she got
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| I don’t care, I told her «suck my dick»
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| And I had to ask her this…
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| Ever made love to a Diplomat?
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| I be with some Asian girls and we lost in Japan
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| I tell 'em konichiwa, they say «of course you the man»
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| I told 'em «I hear you, but that ain’t important to Cam»
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| I got my bitch choo-choo-choo poppin' right off of the Grand
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| She be selling hair, I sell drugs, we both down for the hustle
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| And we speak the same language, yeah, ounces and bundles, kilos too
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| Either way, keys of yay', TV shows with Lisa Ray
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| Then back to the block, do I need to say, boy homo that E and J
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| Aye, you get no chicks, that’s no mystery
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| The last girl you been in, Statue of Liberty
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| And I fouls with this, you can have my ass to kiss
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| But when I seen ya baby mama, had to ask her this…
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| I clean up well, loafers down to moccasins
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| Back up off me, baby girl, I need some oxygen
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| Yeah, I know, I know, I’m Mr. Get It Poppington
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| But every time I see you coming, I’m like not again
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| Chill girl, chill girl, I’m done, I ain’t got more to give
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| You can’t cross the line, cause I let you cross the bridge
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| It’s blood banks, it’s weed spots
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| You can make 100 an hour sucking three cocks
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| I don’t care if your mother’s sick, the rent’s due
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| You got 3 dollars, good, bitch, spend soon
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| Dipset… |