| Yo…
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| Come here darlin, have a seat, we need to speak
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| Look straight in my eyes, tell me what you see?
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| Is it that same nigga that you fell for from the door
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| Ain’t I that same nigga we was both on the train goin hard
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| And then your shit surfaced
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| Takin the phone in the bathroom, whisperin with your girlfriends
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| Try to play me on some jerk shit
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| Numbers underneath the sole of your lady Timb’s
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| … oohh shit!
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| Kid, I kept it tight for you
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| Turned nigga’s down, didn’t go out all them nights for you
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| And I ain’t even that type’a bitch
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| I heard about Jones Beach and Luke’s Freak Fest
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| Nevertheless I still put my faith in you
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| You was my dog, so I stayed faithful
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| But I’ll be God damned if I be some nigga dumb bitch
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| It’s fucked up it gotta go down like this…
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| Yo, have you ever had a bitch that’ll pop guns for you?
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| Type of nigga you’ll do anything he ask to?
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| Snake bitch turn around and backstab you?
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| Crab nigga found out he fucked around too?
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| Threw her cash, threw in the smash, that’s boo
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| Rockin your 4 wheel drive and tattoo
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| Talk sweet thinkin that he rockin you to sleep?
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| Who me? |
| Fall for that bullshit, you got it twist
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| You was once my bunny, now you want to act funny
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| I’m that same nigga from the first day who dress bummy
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| Same grimy style nigga, I’m still hungry
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| I never lost my thirst for takin that money
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| I never lost my lust for chicks lovely
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| You met me on those terms, so that’s how I’m runnin
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| I still walk up in the crib 5 in the mornin
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| … and still count my cash before I crash
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| What you thought, you had a dunny? |
| I ain’t the one honey
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| You skim 20's out of my stacks of Benny’s
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| You done found yourself a street life love, to death do us
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| Remember that shit, now everything’s ass-backwards
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| We was more like Mickie and Mallory
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| You fouled out on me; |
| found another man math in your belly bag, damn!
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| I wish you luck though, you sneaky bum hoe
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| Catch you on the corner while I pass in my truck though
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| Yeah aight
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| First of all Fuck You, and everything you own nigga
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| You got a lotta nerve, nigga
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| I should throw a brick thrrough your shit, fuck your whips
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| It ain’t about that, it’s about you givin out my dick
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| Or so it seems, I can only call it how I see it
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| Got hoes callin the crib, hangin up not speakin
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| Come on, what type of shit is that?
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| What, I’m sposed to sit back, stay up all night for you to get back?
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| Like the world revolves around P
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| So while you strolled in at 5 I was comin in at 3 3: 30
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| Niggas wanna play dirty
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| Fuck it, that’s how you wanna rock let’s get dirty
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| Yeah, condom wrappers in the back of the Azure
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| Talkin bout you let your mans get off, your G ain’t strong
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| I’m gone, you ain’t worth the tears
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| You lost the best thing you ever had in your life, a waste of my years
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| Yo, have you ever had a bitch that’ll pop guns for you?
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| Type of nigga you’ll do anything he ask to?
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| Snake bitch turn around and backstab you?
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| Crab nigga found out he fucked around too?
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| Threw her cash, threw in the smash, that’s boo
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| Rockin your 4 wheel drive and tattoo
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| Talk sweet thinkin that he rockin you to sleep?
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| Who me? |
| Fall for that bullshit, you got it twist
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| I might give out, but I’ll neeeeeeeeever give iiinn…
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| We might as well, be friends, yes we have… |