| Yeah, just go with the flow. |
| Bout to tell a story. |
| Bout this girl I know
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| My boo. |
| NawhatImsayin'? |
| That’s my shorty right there. |
| Know that
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| She was ill
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| With looks that fit the bill
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| Lips like Mary J, eyes like Lauren Hill
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| Body like Big Lez
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| Backyard and thick legs
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| But the only time we got along was in the bed
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| Yo, she had an attitude
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| Of monumental magnitude
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| Couldn’t take her anywhere without the broad actin' rude
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| Even with your family she had no gratitude
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| I took her to my mom’s crib she started snappin' on the food!
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| Goes without sayin' that my moms wasn’t feelin' it
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| Wild out, tried to hit shorty with a skillet
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| I held moms back, told ole girl to leave
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| But moms already had a hand full of weave
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| Shorty crouched down so she could bob and weave
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| Moms dropped the skillet and rolled up her sleeves
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| Cornered off the kitchen with grace and ease
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| Hit her with a three piece and brought her to her knees
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| There wasn’t too much that I could say
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| Cause I already told shorty, «Moms don’t play»
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| I know it’s kinda hard to believe
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| But the worst part is that this popped off on Christmas Eve
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| And after all the drama me and shorty been through
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| I can’t front yo
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| She’s still my boo
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| After all the drama me and shorty been through
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| I can’t front yo
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| She’s still my boo
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| Yo, she had an attitude
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| That made it hard to deal with
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| One night we was at the club on some chill shit
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| I had a Long Island get it nice and drink it
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| I spotted the next man across the bar peepin'
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| Thinkin', I don’t mind if he scopes out my honey
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| Cause she wants me to buy her drinks but I’m out of money
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| On the reals
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| Seein' dude kinda made me happy
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| So I decided to slide and let him play the sugar daddy
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| «Hey boo, I’m about to slide to the bathroom
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| Get some more loot for you, but I’ll be back soon
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| And I better not catch you creepin' on me neither
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| Or somebody might be gettin' slapped with this empty Zima»
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| I was perpin'
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| Just to see how she would act
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| But I’ll be damned if dude wasn’t in my seat when I came back
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| I walked up
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| So only she could see me
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| With a bottle in my hand like I was about to sneak him
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| Face ice grillin' and she went for the baby
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| Because before I could say a word she slapped him in the face
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| Talkin' bout, «I said I have a man. |
| Get out of here
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| I can’t believe you would try to steal my man’s chair.»
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| Dude turned around like, «You're her man?!»
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| I’m like, «Hell no!»
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| So he socked her in the jaw!
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| Took off his jacket like he was about to house her
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| But before they could square off here comes the bouncers
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| Ten deep
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| Tryin' to squash the action
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| Meanwhile I’m in the front row steady laughin'
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| I ain’t never seen bouncers that raw
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| They kicked shorties ass from the bar to the door
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| By the time they finally tossed her ass outside
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| I had already pulled round and was waitin' in the ride
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| She was like, «I thought you was my man, what happened to you!»
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| I’m like «Awe girl, I was tryin' to help but they was holdin' me back boo!»
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| She was like, «But how you just gonna say you ain’t my man?»
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| «I was tryin' to confuse him but you ruined my plan.»
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| And after the drama me and my shorty been through
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| I can’t front yo
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| She’s still my boo
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| And after the drama me and my shorty been through
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| I can’t front yo
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| She’s still my boo
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| Yo, she had an attitude
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| Too stuck up to eat fast food
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| I wanted Taco Bell
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| She’s like «You cheap as hell.»
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| See I wanted a chalupa but I knew she’d be frontin'
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| So I told her it was either Taco Bell, or nothin'
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| I had the upper hand cause she hadn’t ate in hours
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| But she snatched my twenty dollars and ran up to the counter
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| And by the time I got inside she’d already ordered
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| So I played the background like I didn’t even know her
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| Next thing I know she started yellin' bout her order
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| Talkin' to the girl behind the counter, screamin' on her
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| And when she walked around the corner to get a drink
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| The cashier looked at the cook and gave a wink
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| Awe, I knew right then and there she was about to take a loss
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| Cause the cook cleared his throat and gave her taco special sauce
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| I took her to the side and tried to tell her she got played
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| Then I realized, she didn’t give me my change!
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| Hmmmm
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| So I decided to be quiet
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| Sat back and laughed as I watched the broad bite it
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| «Bite it»
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| Yeah, how’s that taste? |
| It’s good? |
| Okay cool
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| Yeah, Glad you like it. |
| Take that down. |
| Glad you like it boo |