| I use to watch you on stage gettin’money, lookin lovely
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| Got these niggas offerin they pockets tippin you twenties
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| Cause you cold with that shit that you do… ya mood shocked me
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| Unlike these other hoes in ya crew you don’t jock me
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| I’d like to get ya phone number just to see what you about
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| Call you for breakfast to get you out
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| And see if you just some eyes without a face
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| Let me see ya crib — take me to ya place
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| I wanna show you that it’s mo’to me then fuckin on my mind
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| Cause in yo mind I bet you fuckin all the time
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| Come to find you only out tryin to go to school
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| And tryna go to school and pay bills is hard to do
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| I see you fool so go on and do ya thing
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| But when you tired of showin ya titties give me a ring
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| I like a woman gettin hers cause that’s better
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| Then her tryna come up off mine I can’t let her
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| Go on and let a nigga peak, and let a nigga poke
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| Go on get naked for me streak, and let a nigga stroke (Repeat 4x)
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| Go on and let a nigga peak, go on and let a nigga poke
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| Give me some assistance as I manuver my long stroke
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| I hope you don’t think I’m payin’for it that’s the wrong hope
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| Cause I know you wanna be Z’Rollin over chrome spokes
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| Bitch I know you wanna tell ya girlfriends how it was
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| To get hit from the back, in the back of the 'Lac by a thug
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| And to get ran through until you get carpet burns off the rug
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| And to get nutted on by nine niggas with diamond grills and guns
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| And how you got on my microphone and sung a sixteen
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| Ya performance deserves a grammy check out my big screen
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| Most bitches don’t know but you know what suckin a dick mean
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| Yeah the head was fed but what up with that in them jeans
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| I can see the pussy (?)lookin like a big bee
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| Make ya cycle start early my shovel be diggin deep
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| I don’t wanna relationship, I just want me some relations
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| Go on and let a nigga poke ho, and stop shuckin with my patience
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| Bitch get down on me at the drop of a dime
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| Fuck all that R & B singin shit I ain’t got the time
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| I’d rather bust yo’ass up with some screwed and chopped
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| Let me test ya jaws and let me stretch out ya cotton
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| I’m still Pimp C bitch, the name ain’t changed
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| Puttin stick up in these hoes don’t remember they name
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| Cause we tired of playin games with them booty lickers
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| Cause we jumped up in ya life, cause I’m a true dirt digger
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| So go on hit the streets, break them lame tricks
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| Then bring it back to daddy that’s how you can get this dick
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| I need the cash first — and the ass last
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| And we can blow dro in the Benz while I smash on the gas
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| So let a nigga pimp, and let a nigga mack
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| And later on tonight you can get hit up in ya back… and get ya money back
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| But when I make ya pussy skeet bitch you gon’buy me a 'Lac
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| I ain’t tryna talk a hole in yo head
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| But I can tell you didn’t excel what them hoes done said
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| Starrin at my neck and my wrist cause my shit is frozen red
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| And I look like a easy hustler so go ahead
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| Ya leavin the same way ya met me
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| You gon’be grievin if you sex me, while I’m schemin on the next piece
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| I’ll poke ya cookie I don’t give a fuck who know this
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| Who up in the area that aknowledge what a ho is
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| All my warriors is lovin my rep
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| How I took it to the world from the project steps
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| Playin touch with my broad like my children
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| And it ain’t like back in the days when we ducked behind buildings
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| I be a threat to tell a broad what I’m feeling
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| Especially if she poor and she need to be gettin no bullshittin
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| She ever fix her mouth for some money it’s good with me
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| I ain’t the one what you need is a stool pigeon
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| If you think I’m a treat a bitch with high price drawls
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| Any differance then the way I treat the grandma’s on
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| How many ways is there to say that you terribly wrong
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| Would you understand me better if I just said «naw»
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| Fuck what another motherfucker told y’all
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| That’s tipical talk when they dick hard
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| They just wanna little pussy mama that’s all
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| It’s like fourth down, two yards fuck it they goin for it
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| How am I payin’for it?, and how much you charge for it?
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| It ain’t about being a whore that’s what it’s made for
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| Get ya paper baby fuck what the world say
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| Get ya bills paid… okay! |