| The cheddar breed jealousy
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| The cheddar breed jealousy
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| Especially if that man fucked up
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| Y’all don’t know where I come from, nigga
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| You don’t know what I’ve been through, ho
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| Said I wasted my time, huh?
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| Look bitch, I done told you so
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| I done got on my own shit
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| I ain’t need your help, though
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| Bitch, I know I did it
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| You ain’t gotta tell me so
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| I done come a long way, I’m grindin', grindin'
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| Really, I ain’t really have shit
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| Now your bitch see me shinin', prime-timin'
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| And she all up on my dick
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| ‘Cause she know I’m ballin', ballin'
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| J. J. Redick comin' off that pick
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| Sex text pics, open up her mouth
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| And my dick is about to go swish
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| Bitch, it’s… Danny Motherfuckin' Brown
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| And you know I’m in beast mode
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| So bitch go run them c-notes
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| She come through naked in a pea coat
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| ‘Cause she know she about to deep throat
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| Rubbin' on her clit, playin' with her pee hole
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| Lookin' like she playin' Guitar Hero
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| You niggas ain’t in my league, ho
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| My flows so damn illegal
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| No nigga, you ain’t my amigo
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| No senor, you no chico
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| I do not speak no Spanish
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| So I don’t know what that mean, yo
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| I met this Filipino, and she was jalapeño
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| Get up off of your ass, nigga
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| Worried about my fuck, boy
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| I don’t love that bitch
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| Ho just my fuck toy
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| Got the game in an uproar
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| Y’all are lames and so boring
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| Now your bitch got her tits out
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| Tryna get my laundry — oh boy!
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| I’m on some other shit
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| ‘Cause y’all done got me fucked up
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| Y’all don’t know who y’all fuckin' with
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| I’m a Linwood nigga ‘til I’m dead in the grave
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| Detroit techno, shootin' up raves
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| Nigga’d I will take it back in the day
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| Don’t make me go back to that nigga in the braids
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| Raised around Ks, but a nigga escaped
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| So bitch-nigga, don’t make me take that bait
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| Niggas in the hood got love for me
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| No Limits, Skull Duggery
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| So I’m just tryna smoke my weed
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| Tell me where the hoes at
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| All up in my cell phone
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| Nigga you already know that
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| So I’mma call some hoes up
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| Tell ‘em bring some drink through
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| We gon' have a party
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| Call the pill man up fool
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| So let’s all get fucked up
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| ‘Cause we ain’t worried ‘bout it
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| Smokin' on that Master P
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| Bitch we ‘bout it, ‘bout it |