| Oh, you ain’t loving them hoes
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| It’s obvious, though
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| Cause if you did, you wouldn’t be calling them hoes
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| I’ve had it up to my sack
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| With those who hijack
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| The image of a modern man who always got his wife’s back
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| I was made by my mother and raised by my mother
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| So, if I love a woman then I say that I love her
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| I mean, the audacity to say that we’re tougher
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| When a child comes out of them and they still recover
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| When a man’s afraid, I don’t say he’s a pussy
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| It’s 2011 and you ain’t eating pussy?
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| C’mon it’s fun as fuck, just to see her coming, plus
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| Let her finish first, I don’t mind being the runner-up
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| After it’s over, I’m grabbing her closer
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| You’re baffled, perhaps understand when you’re older
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| I act right, meaning never act like I own her
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| Cause that’s what I’m supposed to do
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| Oh god, it’s such an honor just to be with you
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| I even picked a real fucking raw beat for you
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| If I made a club banger, it would make me stacks
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| But I know you got a brain to match, not brain like that
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| I felt heartbreak that would make you cut up your wrists
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| And learned the hard way, just 'bout any love is a risk
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| See, it’ll go hand-in-hand like a knuckle and fist
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| But ain’t a problem in the world that a punch gonna fix
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| Shit, women cheat and make us jealous a bit
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| But that’s like hearing the pot calling the kettle a dick
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| It’s childish, like some of y’all ain’t never been kissed
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| Without it being just another step to legs getting split
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| I was told I’m the center of her universe
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| A level that a few reserve, but never sweated losing her
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| You would think I’m Lucifer, nah I wasn’t grown enough
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| Wasn’t even soul enough, back then I was Noah with a shoulder shrug
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| That flooded tear ducts in a worn-out eye
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| I’d be like, «Cheer up, shorty, cause it’s warm outside»
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| Couldn’t fathom the agony 'til I brought out mine
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| Now what I’ve got’s better than whatever more I’ll find |