| Its Friday night, just got paid
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| She’s lookin’for a little bit of action captain to get saved
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| So you go straight to the mall and call your girlfriend up tell her
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| you bought a fuck 'em
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| girl dress nuttin’less-more-than-a thinner-sinner-Chris Dior fitter
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| You gotcha hair did or that there wig
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| Sho a fitter gotcha own sitter for that there kid
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| She’s goin’out to find a thick stout to out her dig
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| That dress’fittin’catcher’s mitten is out there big
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| Your manicured and pedicured up and lookin’like you wanna
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| Your man’s hittin’your phone up say fuck 'em if you wanna
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| Lip gloss is on her blow that mirror a kiss and if your man
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| gotcha stressin’put on your dress and don’t listen and sing
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| I can’t wait til I get there, step in the club lookin’playa playa
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| Grab your keys and beat it to the spot
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| where you guess you’ll find you a nigga buyin’a two for one special
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| Exceptional sexual healin’is what your cravin'
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| You’re pagin’you but fuck how he’s feelin'
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| Fuck’em girl, fuck 'em
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| It’s your time to get out
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| No time for thinkin’of’em
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| Now this is a story, all about how these chicks get tricked and don’t know how
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| So I’d like to take a second and explain to them
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| How all this craziness evolves out of relationships, listen…
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| He never used to hit ya, he always used to treat ya With some respect and dignity, and now he wanna beat ya Six months done passed and he’s changed
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| You never woulda thought he’d be crazy and deranged, huh
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| Just the way he approached was so sweet
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| He let you know you was far away from a (late night creep)
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| Mister telephone man when he what’nt with ya Bobby browny and Whitney, you found you a new edition, and
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| In the beginning it was grinings from the sit down
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| Til he let you know that it was all on a bitch now
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| When, after you had you a baby, he wanna start arguing his excuse to start
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| Sipping the Remy Martin, darkening this relationship
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| Now every lady grab yo bics if you relate to this
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| You need ta, get up out those drawers
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| And put on some lip gloss, throw on a thong
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| Now make your way to the closet and
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| Feel like I, was put here for the female species
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| Hella listening watching whispering offerings no feces
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| When the back is obese we double back and go deeply
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| In her life in her mind never hate but’ll go extra time if need be Easy for me to connect so peep me In the club I take her some place we can talk discretely
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| You’re creep free definitely that heats me Your body’s wop bobba lu bop so hot baby teach me How to get up inside it ride it, chakras are now ignited
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| That’s a beautiful smile don’t hide it Getting Tech the n9ne excited
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| Stress free I bet she so Nestle
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| Wanna know how wicked the sex be don’t test me Drink your drink eat your cherry and tie the stem
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| This is your world mommy ain’t said a damn thing about him |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fuck Em' Girl, artist - Tech N9ne. Album song Everready, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп