| Nigga just be wantin all the hoes sometimes
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| Nigga want every last one of these bitches
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| Nigga do anything for a bitch…
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| I had to tell the bitch, heh — y’knahmean?
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| Q! |
| Look at you (look at you) now look at me (me)
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| Now look at him (look at him) now back at me (me)
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| I’m sayin doe
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| I ain’t tryin to be your nigga, what you playin fo'?
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| Okay okay okay okay
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| Came up from the bottom yeah that Hoover Figg
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| Real life fifty niggaz, so I like 'em thick
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| And by lookin at your curves, you what I deserve
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| We can head up to the crib old girl just say the word
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| Got some purp, got some Henny, got my penis too
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| Have you ignorin his calls when you fuck with Q
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| Drop your panties to the flo', down below your feet
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| Spread them pretty legs and shit let me see
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| Hey! |
| You should fuck with me huh?
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| Yeah, yeah!
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| Man that nigga, that nigga he can’t protect ya
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| Remember when he had left ya?
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| You took him back from that heffer and then he did it again
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| And tried to fuck on your friend and got caught up once with your kin
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| I’m sayin doe… that nigga like
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| Shit thirsty for the bitches, saggin my pants and shit
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| Paid this much for the belt, I better crack a bitch
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| Word around that nigga Q in town
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| I heard it’s for a show, but let me call my hoe
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| They be like, «Bitch you bet' not be out with them niggaz!»
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| Oh, oh, oh…
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| Soon as she hang up with 'em, she like «There he go»
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| Got me swag from head to toe
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| Ten times I ain’t gotta hate, she know that my paper grown
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| Polo shirts and Polo drawers, Polo socks they matchin too
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| Ooh, with the finest weed I show you what these O.G.'s do
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| Super duper triple O, can’t see me with a telescope
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| I just wanna dick her down, tell me what’s the verdict though
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| I just swag so fuckin hard she bringing up her nigga
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| (Fuck yo nigga) I beats the pussy up
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| Girl you my main contender (fuck yo' nigga, huh?) Yeah
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| See you keep bringin up him and then he be hanging with them
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| And then they be hangin with her when he really should be wit’chu
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| What I do, see he can’t do, this is true
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| You should tell that nigga you through
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| I’m sayin doe… like nigga like
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| Shit I don’t know; |
| shit I had to nigga
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| The bitch was bad nigga, shit
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| I had to get that one!
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| Fresh up out the studio like can I live? |
| (Can I live?)
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| Looking for a hoe so I can break her ribs (break her ribs)
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| I’m sayin doe…
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| I got a couple hundreds what it’s hittin fo'?
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| A rack of condoms and some fire, girl lit
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| Now dim the lights and let me see you do your shit
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| fuck me good
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| Cause cain’t no nigga out here fuck you like I could
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| Grip you by your hair and waist, pillow to face
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| Satisfaction at it’s highest point, I set the stakes
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| Plus your nigga over there with Tammy n’em
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| Giving that bitch all your time, why you deal with him?
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| You oughta win (win win) yeah!
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| See that nigga there is a loser
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| Besides, my dick is a ruler, I bring it to ya
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| and plus he be with them bitches and treatin you like them bitches
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| You his main or his mistress? |
| I don’t get it
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| How you livin? |
| I’m sayin doe… like
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| I don’t give a fuck bruh
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| Like I said, the bitch was bad bruh, I hit it
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| Too bad cuz, I had to hit it
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| A nigga was cheatin on her anyway
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| Definitely cheatin on her!
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| My hatin joint, my hatin joint, my hatin joint, my hatin joint
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| Too much gangsta in my lungs for me to hit a joint |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song My Hatin Joint , by - Mike WiLL Made It. Song from the album Est. in 1989 (Last of a Dying Breed), in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп