| Never trust a ho
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| You can’t trust a bitch
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| Never trust a ho
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| You can’t trust a bitch
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| I’m always on your mind
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| Let that ho know, let that ho know
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| When you think about me, you be paranoid, all the time
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| Let that bitch know
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| I’m always on your mind
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| Let that ho know, let that ho know
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| When you think about me, you be paranoid, all the time
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| Let that bitch know, let that bitch know
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| I’m always in your head
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| Let that ho know, let that ho know
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| Tossing and turning, can’t go to bed
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| Let that bitch know, let that bitch know
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| Let me get the fuck out this place
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| Niggas and hoes all in my face
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| Leather on like '98 Ma$e
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| Back to court, 'cause I caught me a case
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| Bullshit that I seen everyday
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| At the bar, got to get me a chase
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| She a star, you can see it in her face
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| In my car, 'cause she got hella taste
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| Legs soft with the Coke bottle waist
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| Stock go hard, like an 808 bass
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| Time is like a high nigga eating cake
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| It go by fast, like the way to Ricky Lake
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| Cuban links, I keep two on floss
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| Phonk in my soul, like Luther Vandross
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| Get lost, stop calling my phone
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| Do me a favor, just leave me alone
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| Yeah, I’m young, but wise, I’m not dumb
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| You got to be wise in the state I came from
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| Not from the slums, but I’m from the Southside
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| Of F.L.A., where the OG’s reside
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| Let me wipe the tears from my eyes
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| It’s been two years since my nigga Jitt died
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| If I cry then you should know why
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| All that pain I can’t hold inside
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| Paranoia, paranoia
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| Paranoia
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| Paranoia, paranoia
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| Paranoia
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| Paranoia, paranoia
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| Paranoia
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| Paranoia, paranoia
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| Paranoia
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| Paranoia, kicking in
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| Johnny Cage, trust this
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| Not here, nowhere
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| Compatible with girls with long hair
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| Don’t care, what you say
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| The lies you create, everyday
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| I pray, my way
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| By the way, Rest In Peace Jam Master J
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| Uh, I’m insecure, but I can’t help that
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| Talking 'bout I’m tripping, but I’m not
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| Niggas want that
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| Little itty bitty body, you a hottie
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| So don’t get mad when I snap for a hobby
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| In the lobby checking in, stepping in
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| Who do I see? |
| My ex-woman with the next man
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| Think a nigga gon' hurt when I see fool?
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| Bet she hurting right now 'cause my boo
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| Look way-way better than my last bitch
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| Baby who is she? |
| Baby girl, she my last bitch
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| Aston Martin, let me buy this
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| Never had a whip, but I wanna drive this
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| Try this, Alizé-Sizzurp mix
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| As I play Blackland, black lipstick
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| Deep thought from the sound got your body lit
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| You paranoid now, let me kiss the kitty clit
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| Paranoia, paranoia
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| Paranoia
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| Paranoia, paranoia
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| Paranoia
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| Paranoia, paranoia
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| Paranoia
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| Paranoia, paranoia
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| Paranoia |