| Girl you wild, Uh, uh
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| And you foul, Nuh, uh
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| You trippin' now?, Uh, uh
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| You tricked out, Nuh, uh
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| You going down, Uh, uh
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| The fake in town, Uh, uh
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| That’s what I heard and see I can’t tell you how
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| I heard you mess with broke bitches, Uh, uh
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| Your car is rented, Uh, uh
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| And that your trickin', Uh, uh
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| I heard you slippin', Uh, uh
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| They say you simpin', Uh, uh
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| So now I’m thinking, Uh, uh
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| That it’s the truth but now you telling me it isn’t?
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| Girl, go on and stop face propping
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| What kind of fool you take moi?
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| Thinking I ain’t knowin' what your ass been doing lately
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| Go 'head and straighten yo act and be a lady
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| Cause the shit I’m hearing evidently got your boy thinking
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| Thinking Imma hit it, and quit it
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| And goddamn sho' won’t miss it
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| And when I’m done girl, go on 'bout your business
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| Sho ain’t frilly but you damn sure is
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| I got 'bout 10 homeboys that can map out yo crib
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| And I won’t amend 'cause for you, I lost respect
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| And you were part of my team, but I cut you like a check
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| I be with nothing but the best and you would be a downgrade
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| My heart is cold as ice, but I’m a hundred in the shades
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| So know not today what I’d trick for you
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| I’d kick you out my ride, I ain’t taking you — NOWHERE
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| 'Cause with you girl I’m done
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| And you thinking you know about me, but you don’t know nothin'
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| Girl you wild, Uh, uh
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| And you foul, Nuh, uh
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| You trippin' now?, Uh, uh
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| You tricked out, Nuh, uh
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| You going down, Uh, uh
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| The fake in town, Uh, uh
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| That’s what I heard and see I can’t tell you how
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| I heard you mess with broke bitches, Uh, uh
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| Your car is rented, Uh, uh
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| And that your trickin', Uh, uh
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| I heard you slippin', Uh, uh
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| They say you simpin', Uh, uh
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| So now I’m thinking, Uh, uh
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| That it’s the truth but now you telling me it isn’t?
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| I got like 10 calls with some drama and some randomness
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| Got me kinda wondering if a man like you can handle this
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| Boy, I’m about to have a fit cause I just cannot manage it
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| You talking smack and acting like you don’t know that I’m the baddest chick
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| I got these haters talking, huh, 'cause they know my whop is up
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| Dollars got my pockets stuffed, they mad cause this chick balling, huh
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| Got them boys talking mess they wishing they could knock this home
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| Saying that they got it but I dropped them when they hollered
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| Cause I don’t mess with broke dudes, so boy don’t make me roast you
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| Cause I done heard around that you be lying about your dough, too
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| So why you acting brand new? |
| Boy, I don’t understand you
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| These haters goin' to hate, but look here, I ain’t into scandals
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| So, yeah, you need to ask who talking smack about you
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| Cause I see haters got you angry and thinking bad, too
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| But they ain’t got no cash, boo
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| If I was them, I’d be mad, too
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| Haters hate you doing good, so yeah, they going to bash you
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| Girl you wild, Uh, uh
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| And you foul, Nuh, uh
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| You trippin' now?, Uh, uh
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| You tricked out, Nuh, uh
|
| You going down, Uh, uh
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| The fake in town, Uh, uh
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| That’s what I heard and see I can’t tell you how
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| I heard you mess with broke bitches, Uh, uh
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| Your car is rented, Uh, uh
|
| And that your trickin', Uh, uh
|
| I heard you slippin', Uh, uh
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| They say you simpin', Uh, uh
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| So now I’m thinking, Uh, uh
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| That it’s the truth but now you telling me it isn’t? |