| Sistas recognize no matter how you try to understand
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| To understand them
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| Oh noo you can’t trust a man
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| Look here, I’m goin out with tha homies
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| And dont you even give me no lip like you own me
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| You want me couked up so you can do yo thang
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| But now it’s time boot up and say some thangs gone change
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| Like when yo pager rangs
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| Whats up wit all these codes
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| You turn tha thang upside down readin stuff from yo hoes
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| I suppose thats why I got on my clothes
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| Gon have a dance
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| A drink or 2
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| And I ain’t even trippin on you
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| Cause tha things you think is slick really ain’t
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| You think you bein a playa
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| But looka here
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| Dude you can’t
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| Cause I work everyday, but I dont pay nan bill
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| Sex you only when I want
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| And never do fix a meal
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| But on tha real
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| I be that pimpstriss, mackadame with game
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| Got tha mind playin
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| Met tha trick indeed to bring tha pain
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| Cause yo lame excuses
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| And yo tore up lies
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| Left you hanging wide open
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| And i ain’t even tryin to cope wit
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| Yo mental cause it makes no sense
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| Thats why nothins goin on between us but tha rent |
| I spent alot of time tryna figure you out
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| But now I finally understand
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| You just can’t trust no man
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| You can’t trust a man (why they always cheatin)
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| You can’t trust a man (why they mess up tha way they do)
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| You can’t trust a man (why they always cheatin)
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| You can’t trust a man (You can’t trust a man)
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| As long as a trick comes fallin down
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| It gives me all motion to keep my suit fo tha clown
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| I’se be like get on down
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| Boy get on down
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| I’m hella known fo my strut through my town
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| Suga T here I be its me
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| Momma always told me dont nathin come free
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| They ain’t shh
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| We knows how it goes
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| Always tryna come up on tha rolly hoes
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| But tha skys tha limit
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| I keeps my hmm sewed up
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| They backs up off tha hmm
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| Because I’m tryna make a buck
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| Chuggin tha lug cause i be down wit da funkin
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| Niggas be on my jock like a tree be on tha stump
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| Packin junk in my trunk
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| Must i buck em
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| Callin me all on tha top notch to bust some
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| Lyrical master in tha front
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| Be on this rap scene
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| Who do I be
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| Cause i be that tool with tha classy
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| Breakin em down |
| Shakin em up gettin em stuck
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| Supa bad and ain’t givin a fuck
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| No love No lust
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| Cause thats tha way it goes
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| Cause they ain’t shh
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| You tear me up on tha inside
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| I hope my hardhead understands
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| Cause I can’t trust no man
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| Damn even though he’s a trip
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| It’s hard to let go cause I’m used to his tricks
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| I’m scared to find anotha deal with his habits
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| That might even turn out to be more drastic
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| I’m mackin and he’s ackin on his p’s and q’s
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| But fo how long fo real until I get tha blues again
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| I miss makin dinner fo 2
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| Candelight, bubble bath and tha rendevous
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| But I do know i ain’t lettin him have his cake
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| And his ice cream while he eats his steak
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| I mean I ain’t down to share no I can’t understand
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| Some otha chick up in tha mix wit my man
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| So I’m bounce just to let him see
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| That if I can’t trust him then he can’t be with me |