| I’m in the streets tryna eat, tryna make sure my family secure
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| (right). |
| now Quilly kill em with the flow until they say
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| «I don’t want no more»
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| That’s when you
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| Came and taught me da game that I played on you (haha)
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| Yeah girl you, came and taught me da game that I played on you (right)
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| You, yeah girl you
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| Nah nah, you came and taught me da game that I played on you
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| Yeah, and since I got my name from a woman
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| And my game from a woman
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| I think it’s only right I run game on you youngin'
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| Man, these hoes tell you anything, you out here cuffin'
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| She ain’t even got a man, she just out here fuckin'
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| I’m out here hustlin', suckin', duckin', flea em soon as I get my nut in
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| I’m in the drop gettin' top, she keep on pressin' buttons
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| She said her man be stuntin', now she tryna use me; |
| frontin'
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| I ain’t cut this check for nuttin', I’ma need some neck or somethin'
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| They don’t never come where I stay, that’s in the way
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| Got some bad ones in Philly and pretty ones in the bay
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| Long as that cake; |
| Anna Mae
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| I pay it like how I weigh, she a stripper by night |
| Somebody’s wife during the day
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| I’m in the streets tryna eat, tryna make sure my family secure
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| (right). |
| now Quilly kill em with the flow until they say
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| «I don’t want no more»
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| That’s when you
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| Came and taught me da game that I played on you (haha)
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| Yeah girl you, came and taught me da game that I played on you (right)
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| You, yeah girl you
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| Nah nah, you came and taught me da game that I played on you
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| Now, shout out to my hoes gettin' stacks
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| That don’t know how to act, I hit it from the back
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| And she never called you back
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| My pimp game strong, I pulled up in the lac'
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| She spit up on my mic, after that we layed a track
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| She said «I like my men fly», tell the truth; |
| no lies
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| I said «I'ma keep it a bean, I ain’t one of them guys»
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| You know Quilly a real one, she said «What a surprise»
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| I’ma five star nigga, ain’t no nuggets and fries
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| Look, I ain’t rich, but I’m the shit, dollars and cents
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| Common sense, play wit a baller, don’t ride the bench
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| I’ll buy you bags, we poppin' tags, might pay your rent
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| That’s when I ran da game on her, I ain’t see that girl since |
| I’m in the streets tryna eat, tryna make sure my family secure
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| (right). |
| now Quilly kill em with the flow until they say
|
| «I don’t want no more»
|
| That’s when you
|
| Came and taught me da game that I played on you (haha)
|
| Yeah girl you, came and taught me da game that I played on you (right)
|
| You, yeah girl you
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| Nah nah, you came and taught me da game that I played on you
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| Now, shout out to my hoes gettin' stacks
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| That don’t know how to act, I hit it from the back
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| And she never called you back
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| My pimp game strong, I pulled up in the lac'
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| She spit up on my mic, after that we layed a track |