| No, uh-uh excuse me wait baby treat yo' cash
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| And remind me when we get home to get goin
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| And crack my whip and pack yo' sh*t
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| Befo' I 92.3 The Beat yo' a*s!
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| Naw b*tch look at me when I talk to you
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| I checked the b*tch and said, «Ah-hah some shit?
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| No ub-uh, shut up, you gon' do what I tell you to do!»
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| Now name three motherf*ckers you can call. |
| you cain’t
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| One pimpin that, two pimpin that, three pimpin that
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| That b*tch got off! |
| (Say what my ni*ga Suga Free, what you say?)
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| Snoop say what? |
| (Huh?) I said
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| I’m pimpin that, you pimpin that, she pimpin that
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| That b*tch does all!
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| Naw, pimpin ain’t easy (pimpin ain’t easy)
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| But hoein ain’t hard no (hoein ain’t hard no)
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| Baby you gon' have to hoe (hoe hoe hoe)
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| Or lady I’ma have to go (see ya, see ya!)
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| Suga Free, b*tch that don’t stand for some old nice a*s ni*ga
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| Tryin to get some pu*sy and you tryin
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| To get some of this d*ck free
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| I’m live ta be a old-a*s pimp with cataracts
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| Reminscin on regular park trees with the homies
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| And slappin b*tches in Cadillacs
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| I wish you wouldn’t trust me so much
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| I wish you wouldn’t trust me so much!
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| I wish you wouldn’t trust me so much
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| I wish you wouldn’t trust me so much! |
| Heyyy
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| Now check me, I’m in a helluva situation
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| I got LOVE for the homegirl but it ain’t no escapin
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| Now I’ve been waitin fo' the chance fo' me to do my thang
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| Cause when I GO OUT baby, I GO OUT with a bang! |
| (bang bang)
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| Thursday night, 'bout to hang out at the House of Blues
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| Fresh attire, new shoes, plus a new, hairdo, WHOO!
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| I’m mesmerized by the music that they bump in the club
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| I see my homegirl man (whas' happenin, whas' up?)
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| Lookin like he need some love
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| And everytime I see him, he been givin me the eye
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| Cause he my type and I’m his type and plus we love to ride
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| Imagine that, off we left
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| Hot sweat hot sex it ain’t like we just met (ahh, yeah, yeah)
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| Why she trust me? |
| Since his girl went on a little trip
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| I made his sweat drip, he made me strip
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| It ain’t my fault he in a fucked up relationship
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| That just go to show, you never know who you dealin with
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| Love over friendship, that’s why I live my life trustless, yeah
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| I wish you wouldn’t trust me so much
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| I wish you wouldn’t trust me so much!
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| I wish you wouldn’t trust me so much
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| I wish you wouldn’t trust me so much! |
| Heyyy
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| Hmm, I spent the night at the homie’s house, sh*t
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| Slept in his livingroom, on his couch
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| Nig*a high’n a motherf*cker burnt out (sh*t)
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| Before you know it, god damn, the homie chirped out (damn!)
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| And he ain’t said shit, he just dip in his Seville as he peel
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| Left me at the pad with his girl, damn, what the deal?
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| Now baby got a gown on, gettin her clown on
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| As she slid downstairs, now she takin me down home
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| Cheatin in the next room in the homeboy’s bedroom
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| Am I wrong? |
| Shit, on and on and on and on
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| Now what am I to do if you was me and I was you
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| His baby momma in my face, she shakin poo-poo, what would you do?
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| Trust is a motherf*ckin loco, sh*t
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| and so is temptation, and I don’t know what I’ma do
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| Come on through (come on through) so I can cum on you (cum on you)
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| Sh*t if the homey knew (if the homey knew) if the homey knew (if the homey knew)
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| I wish you wouldn’t trust me so much
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| Hey now
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| I wish you wouldn’t trust me so much!
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| Can’t trust me, whatcha say now?
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| Mo heezee up in this motherf*cker Dogg
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| I wish you wouldn’t trust me so much
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| Believe!
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| Trust is a motherf*cker
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| You can’t trust, whatcha say now?
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| Don’t trust, no bitch
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| I wish you wouldn’t trust me so much! |
| Heyyy
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| Whatcha say?
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| Trust in no b*tch-a*s ni*gaz
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| Whatcha say now? |
| Can’t trust
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| Nah-na-na-nah-nah, nah-na-na-nah-nah
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| Whatcha say now?
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| Nah-na-na-nah-nah, nah-na-na-nah-nah
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| Whatcha say now?
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| Nah-na-na-nah-nah, nah-na-na-nah-nah
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| Can’t trust, whatcha say now?
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| Nah-na-na-nah-nah, nah-na-na-nah-nah
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| Come on yeah. |