| Yeah, H.O.B
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| Tech N9ne. |
| Navé Monjo
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| Yeah!
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| They keep on following me
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| Don’t know why they’ll never leave
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| I think they love me oh yeah
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| Cause they keep coming back
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| They keep coming back
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| Yeah they keep coming back
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| I gotta history young but yeah I’m never gon trust em
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| I know I’ll never no way
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| They keep on coming back
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| They keep coming back
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| Yeah they keep coming back
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| Oy! |
| I don’t use this as a ploy
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| Ay, to enjoy the ones that’s opposite to a boy
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| Say, but music is an aphrodisiac, use it with a rap flow
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| She be that foolish with the cat, so easy macked
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| Who hit? |
| nigga got yo beezy snatched
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| By Mista Charisma, to a lady I’d be ya nigga’s
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| Enigma keep her in the desert, I give her a river
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| If she was a 10 I’d deliver her the diggler
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| Seek ya leaser I remember when I use to be a beastly creature
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| And beat the V up on a freaky deac
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| Up in the middle of a marriage, I completely deceive her
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| Now I’m done playing, but when you carry a history of bitches
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| Everything’s a mystery, suspicious, to a chick seems slippery cause glitches
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| Off in the past, fast cash, as a lad smash ass
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| But when you grab the last class with what ya have, mad sav
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| Though you through with all them ass givers
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| A bad chick, I have shivers
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| Cause you got too many bitches in your past nigga
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| They keep on following me
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| Don’t know why they’ll never leave
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| I think they love me oh yeah
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| Cause they keep coming back
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| They keep coming back
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| Yeah they keep coming back
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| I gotta history young but yeah I’m never gon trust em
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| I know I’ll never no way
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| They keep on coming back
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| They keep coming back
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| Yeah they keep coming back
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| So many different flavors, turned to so many different haters
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| Social media instigators hate the way you display your way up
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| With bae laid up and shade is made up
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| Concocted, some consumed it, some blocked it
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| When undisputed ones lock it, from dumb and stupid
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| Preposterous bitches
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| Lost in this sickness cause you bossed it and whipped it
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| You tossed and then split quick
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| Can get a lady really caustic and wicked
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| Real spill, leave 'em in the rear view
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| Never anywhere near you
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| They wanna really adhere to the negative
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| Really competitive and never near true
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| Up to date shit, face it, your replacements
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| Everything but basic laid tricks, flake and fake bitch
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| You can be so righteous
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| And totally cleansed from all your previous hoe vices
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| Until she gets friended and all your ex’s throw ice picks
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| Oh Christ, it’s no niceness
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| They gonna send her fake baby pictures in yo likeness
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| Yeah so many different flavors
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| So many different haters
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| They just after my paper
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| Bye bye see you later
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| I need me more acres
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| So they cannot chase us
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| While I’m getting my cake up
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| They keep on following me
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| Don’t know why they’ll never leave
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| I think they love me oh yeah
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| Cause they keep coming back
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| They keep coming back
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| Yeah they keep coming back
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| I gotta history young but yeah I’m never gon trust em
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| I know I’ll never no way
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| They keep on coming back
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| They keep coming back
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| Yeah they keep coming back |