| These niggas be acting like I fucked and didn’t call them for weeks
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| Like they wanting a nigga dick in between they butt cheeks
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| They staight bitchy, without their bleedin' and Kotexes
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| The villain that go to Texas
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| Nigga got a plan full of O’s and X’s
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| What’s your game plan? |
| Niggas be saying you sabotaging me
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| But your bitch be sucking my dick, she be telling me that you dodging me
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| Like Piazza, a nigga gots ta, keep my roster with bitches sliding home
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| No licking your shit, your bitch is gone
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| Niggas be thinkin' they Makaveli, trying to bring drama
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| Soon as these niggas whoop that ass, you talking Dear Mama
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| But face to face, these niggas be cheesing like Velveeta
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| Lookin smoked out, hitting more pipes than Peter
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| Stuck with broke hoes, broke days and bay-bays
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| Pussies that they be fucking, used up and sideways
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| Stretck marks for days, she about two-hun
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| Gotta get pissy drunk, to fuck her and have fun
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| These niggas and hoes act the same, can’t tell thm apart
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| Always runnin around, looking for some shit to start
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| These bitches run they mouth nigga, constantly
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| All in mine, nigga all the time
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| It ain’t my faul that your punk ass broke
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| Mad, cause you only got stress to smoke
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| I heard that shit that you was plotting, nigga you can try
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| To fuck with MC Ren, but you must be high
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| Niggas be high because they workin 9 to 5
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| But the Villain be hibernatin'
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| Wakin up at 5 PM
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| You see them niggas be bitchy
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| Because I won’t let them up on my team
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| And give them a title like Hakeem, I’m peeling caps like tangerines
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| Telling niggas I should break them off chips
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| Get them in clubs free, and take them on trips
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| Free loading ass niggas lose all they sense
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| When they think they gone floss off my expense
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| Niggas be going corner to corner, bringing up the Vill
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| Asking questions like the popos, trying to see if I made a mill
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| Then they take that weak shit back to they home for pillow talk
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| She shaking her head like you telling the truth
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| But she want your ass to walk
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| What the fuck you expected? |
| Always bitching at me
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| When she fucking your ass, nigga she be seeing me
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| Go look in the room, a costume for halloween
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| Of that black nigga you know who so you can live your dream
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| I hear your ho punk bitches talking shit, trying to have some say
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| Tellin’fother hoes they wouldn’t give me no time of day
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| Still living with they mommy, she babysitting while you fucking
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| Getting county cheques and money from them niggas that you dick sucking
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| But nigga, why these bitches all in mine?
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| Why, nigga, hearin bullshit all the time?
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| Hoes from high school be wishing they coulda got with this dick
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| You know how they be in the car-hop clicks, muthafucking tricks
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| Now these hoes jocking, like all up on my style
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| You broke bitches, how you like me now?
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| Acting like making cheese is a muthafucking crime
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| If I said, «Drop your panties», bitch you drop them in a dime |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Must Be High , by - MC Ren. Song from the album Ruthless For Life, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп