| Used to have a girlfriend
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| Now all I got is hoes
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| Just looking for a down girl
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| But she was fuckin on the low
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| Hair done, nails did, caramel complexion
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| Pussy stayed wet like she was mixed with Mexican
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| Love I invested in, Trust I invested in
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| So if she wasn’t fucking with me I was stressing it
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| Wasn’t no questioning, pussy was mine
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| Wasn’t no questioning, Bonnie and Clyde
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| Still living in my momma house, but I let her move in
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| Momma thought I was tricking
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| But really I was just choosin', that was my bitch
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| I was claiming her when we was fucking
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| My bitch, wasn’t using condoms no nothing
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| I was in love, she came first before my homies
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| Like fuck it, I’m 'bout to get your name tatted on me
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| Used to have a girlfriend
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| Now all I got is hoes
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| Just looking for a down girl
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| But she was fuckin on the low
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| And that was me and my bitch
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| Knowin that these hoes ain’t shit
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| Me and my bitch
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| Cause nigga ridin' on that Westside shit
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| Damn, I caught the bitch cheating
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| Damn, she was with him last weekend
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| What you mean you gon' call right back?
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| What you mean you ain’t got time like that?
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| She fucked a nigga I knew, ain’t really fucked with his crew
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| I did a song with his brother and she fucked with him too
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| All that shit she was talking, she wasn’t really 'bout it
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| And it made it even worse when my homie told me 'bout it
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| I gave you your swag, told you to dress like that
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| I hit your spot, made you say «yes!» |
| like that
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| And they ask me why I trust no bitch
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| Cause my ex had me feeling all embarrassed and shit
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| Used to have a girlfriend
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| Now all I got is hoes
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| Just looking for a down girl
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| But she was fuckin on the low
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| And that was me and my bitch
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| Knowin that these hoes ain’t shit
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| Me and my bitch
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| Cause nigga ridin' on that Westside shit
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| Now she tryna get me back tho
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| I had her sneakin, creepin through the back door
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| I was horny, I just wanted to fuck
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| I bust a nut in ten minutes I was in a rush
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| Reality, I hit it and she sad now
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| She pregnant, she know I coulda been a dad now
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| She text me like «I love you»
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| I text her back like «fuck you»
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| I looked down and looked up
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| Her best friend ain’t shit cuz my best friend hooked em up
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| But she know a nigga rich now
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| She text me like «I'm stylin», she just wanna be my bitch now
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| Used to have a girlfriend (woo)
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| Now all I got is hoes (woo, woo)
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| Just looking for a down girl (Bitches ain’t shit)
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| But she was fuckin on the low (That's why I hit em in there)
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| And that was me and my bitch
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| Knowin that these hoes ain’t shit
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| Me and my bitch
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| Cause nigga ridin' on that Westside shit
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| YG, YG baby please can you talk to me? |
| Please?
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| I love you so much, whatever I did I’m sorry
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| Bitch
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| Fuck you |