| «Yeah bitch, this is *beep* pick up the phone, bitch
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| I know you’re in there
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| You fucking with that old funky ass 'Face now I see, huh bitch
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| Where my motherfucking kids at, bitch
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| Funky bitch, fake ass bitch!»
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| Hey, today must be my lucky day
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| I turned the corner, hit the block and seen that ass from a mile away
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| (now where’s she staying?) she must be new in the hood
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| But I ain’t trippin' on that shit, cause it’s all good
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| I rolled up on her, and I asked her her name
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| Ain’t a damn thing changed, ain’t no shame in my game
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| She said, «Used to go Thomas»
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| I slowed my roll, cause she just might be one of my homies' babies mamas
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| Now where your man at, she said «Gone at work»
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| Gave me the look, I cracked a smile and thinkin', «Go on and flirt»
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| My homies women ain’t no thing to me
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| Cause if they caught one of my ho’s, they’d do the same to me
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| And furthermore, she was peepin' my ride
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| Convertible, 64, with the ride inside
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| Super clean with the discs and vogues
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| Higher than a fuck spittin' this to hoes:
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| Please excuse my attitude, sorry if I’m being rude
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| But I’ve got something to say to you
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| Hoping you won’t lose your cool
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| I wanna sneak you out to play with me
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| You can spend the day with me
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| And we can ride and see the sights
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| It’s going down tonight
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| Reminiscing on the bitch that I had back in the day
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| Gave the bitch a call and she hung up in my face
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| Now that’s the breaks
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| She didn’t have to put up a front
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| I stuck that ass back in there
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| And haven’t called her for 3 months
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| I guess it’s in me to be doggin' a chic
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| Can’t understand how you niggas just be hogging your bitch
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| Go on and pass her, unass her, send her to the master
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| Let her take a ride with the Bradster
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| It cool, don’t front. |
| ooooh, no sex
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| No sweat-not even on my mind-we just met
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| And furthermore, we can get to those
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| But for now, I’m rolling 'Raris spitting this to hoes:
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| Please excuse my attitude, sorry if I’m being rude
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| But I’ve got something to say to you
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| Hoping you won’t lose your cool
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| I wanna sneak you out to play with me
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| You can spend the day with me
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| And we can ride and see the sights
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| It’s going down tonight
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| Now I’m cruisin' to the crib with this bitch that I scooped
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| Parked my Ferrari, now I’m back in the coup
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| I knocked her boots — your baby’s mama put me to work
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| I tagged that ass from the back, and knocked her shit in the dirt
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| She wanted me badly so I put it inside
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| She got the (front, back, and side to side)
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| Back and forth with the gangster glide
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| Started off at 6 and didn’t finish till 9
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| Hit the showers like I been out playing ball for the Knicks
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| Now she’s asleep, cause she just had her drawers full of dick
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| (now that’s sick) and plus she got you staying at home
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| With the kids all alone while she’s gettin' her fuck on
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| So believe me when you downin' the Brad
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| I’m at the pad with your baby mama clowning that ass
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| So player hatin' niggas check the bitch you chose
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| I’ll be mobbing in my 'Benz spitting this to ho’s:
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| Please excuse my attitude, sorry if I’m being rude
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| But I’ve got something to say to you
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| Hoping you won’t lose your cool
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| I wanna sneak you out to play with me
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| You can spend the day with me
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| And we can ride and see the sights
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| It’s going down tonight |