| Fry my chicken and pour my rum
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| Wash my crack up and load my gun
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| Hold me now when I’m feeling low
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| But don’t fuck with my money, no
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| Spend my cash
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| Don’t ask where it came from
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| Tell my mother I’m respectable
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| Wash my clothes and clean my house
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| Don’t say shit, just hold your mouth
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| Tell’em like it is, yeah
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| Just tell’em like it is
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| Just tell’em like it is
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| Just tell 'em like it is yeah
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| Only speak when you’re spoken to
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| Tell your mother the same
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| Tell your sister better watch her mouth
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| Cuz I ain’t the one to blame
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| Keep your hair and your nails looking fine
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| Don’t dress like no hoe
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| Don’t be talking to any other guys
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| Keep them titties on show
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| Baby tell’em how it is, yeah
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| Tell’em like it is
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| Tell’em like it is
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| Just tell’em like it is
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| Where’s my chicken and where’s my rum?
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| Where’s my rocks and my loaded gun?
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| Where’s my loving when I was low?
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| You was fucking with my money, yo
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| You been out on the time with them guys
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| Dressed up like some hoe
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| Have to find me another bitch
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| I can trust with my dough
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| Just tell’em like it is
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| Tell’em
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| Just tell’em like it is yeah yeah
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| Yeah, tell’em like it is |