| Blah, blah, blah, bitch
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| Using bid’ness just to sit up on my dick
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| How I know is cause she asking for my Addie, Addie
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| When we at work, she hopin' that we both be chatty patties
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| Yeah?
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| Fuh what?
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| They want your number so they can call you
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| Fuh what?
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| Just to come over to cook for all you
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| Fuh what?
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| Thought she was thirsty and it was all true
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| Only business she want is hopin' you let her fall through
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| Fuh what?
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| They want your number so they can call you
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| Fuh what?
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| Just to come over to cook for all you
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| Fuh what?
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| Thought she was thirsty and it was all true
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| Only business she want is hopin' you let her fall through
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| Fuh what?
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| Givin' y’all the shout of the day
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| We celebrating, we no longer selling powder for pay
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| Though the ladies really wanna question without a delay
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| They beat around the bush instead of gettin' it out of the way
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| Come to my success, we yelling «Prost"(Prost!)
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| I can never blame the bitches wanting to get close
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| Cause this independent game, we make the most
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| That’s why all the ladies asking me «Can we get ghost?»
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| (Ghost!)
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| Then these ladies wanna fuck down
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| But they want us all to hush now
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| Instead of saying she wants her guts pounded, she think of everything to cut
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| 'round it
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| I’ma just tell you to cut to the chase
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| You want the D, and you up for the taste
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| Lie and run away, got lots of people
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| They rushing for our way like fucking seagulls
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| Wanna see you after hours, to cut
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| But instead of steppin', like a coward, you stuck
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| Wanna come and make me chowder? |
| drink some Amaretto Sours?
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| Play that Absolute Power louder to fu-fu.
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| Fuh what?
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| They want your number so they can call you
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| Fuh what?
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| Just to come over to cook for all you
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| Fuh what?
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| Thought she was thirsty and it was all true
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| Only business she want is hopin' you let her fall through
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| Fuh what?
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| They want your number so they can call you
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| Fuh what?
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| Just to come over to cook for all you
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| Fuh what?
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| Thought she was thirsty and it was all true
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| Only business she want is hopin' you let her fall through
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| Fuh what?
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| I ain’t with that phony shit
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| Stop acting like we got bid’ness when you wanted to only sit on thee dick
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| See me and passin' you, wanna see you wag your tail
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| Worse that can happen is me telling you «Take this bag of L’s»
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| Hate you had to fail, cause really it was on groom-watch
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| Havin' visions of you when I was livin' up in the Boondocks
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| Bringin' children up in the building, try’na consume shots
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| Blood-sucking bitches be the reason I keep my room locked
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| So keep a square bid’ness
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| The thing you really want from Tech Nine ain’t near bid’ness
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| They really quick to run up and offer you their digits
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| They got millionaire wishes
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| They want you to bare witness, to share kisses
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| Fuh what?
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| They want your number so they can call you
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| Fuh what?
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| Just to come over to cook for all you
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| Fuh what?
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| Thought she was thirsty and it was all true
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| Only business she want is hopin' you let her fall through
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| Fuh what?
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| They want your number so they can call you
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| Fuh what?
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| Just to come over to cook for all you
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| Fuh what?
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| Thought she was thirsty and it was all true
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| Only business she want is hopin' you let her fall through
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| Fuh what?
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| Ringin' my phone
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| Real late at night when my bitch is at home
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| I can’t believe it, this got me heated
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| How you gon' hit me this late 'bout a song
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| Bitch, watch your lip quick
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| Let us be realistic
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| If you come in fraudulent, you’ll never sit on this dick
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| She look at my Rollie
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| Barely even know me, wanna cook me some Bertolli
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| Question is: fuh what?
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| Answer is: to fuck!
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| Keep it real baby bubble
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| Burning bridges being a bitch
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| Watch out!
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| Tech N9ne!
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| And she’s on call, fuh what?
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| They want your number so they can call you
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| Just to come over to cook for all you
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| Thought she was thirsty and it was all true
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| Only business she want is hopin' you let her fall through |