| These streets, is way too crucial
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| I just don’t know, 'bout fuckin’with new hoes
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| These streets, is way too crucial
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| I just don’t know, 'bout fuckin’with new hoes
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| (Hook: Ali)
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| I keep the same flock, treat em good
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| Get they mind right, and take em out the hood
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| Fuck a new ho, I keep it real though
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| Buy em new clothes and shit, but, um, no dough
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| (Ali)
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| Like Presents, she worked at the liquor sto'
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| So I don’t pay for blunts or them bottles of Mo'
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| She got the hookup, she loves to bone
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| She love the way the new Q sittin’on chrome
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| She love the way the hood, talk about it How it used to be rowdy, calmed down and got bout it I can’t doubt it, it’s deep more than just sexin'
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| It’s conversation buildin’the Earth based on lessons
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| Pussy ain’t shit without a brain behind it Got these queens actin’like hoes simple-minded
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| Never overzealous, I gasp at what a lady tell us Keep it peace to God, love Allah, never fellas
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| (Chorus: Murphy Lee)
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| (Hook: Ali)
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| Like Moon she conservative, stackin’the funds
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| Manage Foot Locker so I keep Air Force Ones
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| We sit and talk, net game, net lost
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| Portfolio, she a broker I bought
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| Two cribs in Spanish Lake, one in Burlington down
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| She put me on at no fees, just me around
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| It’s sufficient, ate your momma Diva in the kitchen
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| Veggie burger with cabbage, fresh water lavish
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| She study and meditate, part-time student
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| Work a lot, only I can hit the spot
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| Showin’self-control, controllin’my soul
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| Easy come, easy go, but all women ain’t hoes
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| (Chorus: Murphy Lee)
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| (Hook: Ali)
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| (Ali)
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| Like Crane that’s my boo, I got nothin’but love
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| She got a fat ass she work at the gentlemen’s club
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| Straight freaky, straight kinky, straight wild
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| She like to ride but she love dogs with style
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| Only if her son ain’t home, even though we grown
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| That’s somethin’she want him to come to on his own
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| So we do a lot at Radisson and Embassy Suites
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| Sometimes we don’t make it, end up in the backseat
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| She go to Fontbonne, low cuts to class
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| Keeps the boys horny, and the faculty mad
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| But it’s real with me, do you I got the back
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| Cause me and you connectin, it’s hard to find that
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| (Chorus: Murphy Lee) x2 |