| $hort $hort, Short Dog’s in the house
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| Where they at mayne? |
| Where they at?
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| The real ones
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| I put her through boss bitch trainin
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| Been doin this shit since back in the day when
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| bitch started askin me, «Would you be my daddy?
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| You can have me; |
| I wanna be in yo' family»
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| You wanna be on the winning team?
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| She said «You motherfuckin right and I’ll do anything!»
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| You ain’t gotta be a hoe to know the rules of the game
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| Bitches like you just gotta use everythang
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| And you hard for a pretty girl to get a lot of paper
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| A lot of rich men wanna go out on dates with her
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| Pick a number, better get what you want girl
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| And roll yo' eyes at the stupid-ass dumb girls
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| Leave the club and get fucked for free
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| But when she needs it, she ain’t got no money
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| If you a hustler, I know you ain’t feelin that
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| Somebody tell me where the real ones at?
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| You wanna be on the winning team
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| Better watch what you say to me (I'm a boss, bitch!)
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| Now watch it as it goes around
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| Cause this game out here ain’t free (I'm a boss, bitch!)
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| I really cain’t explain it cause
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| I feel it runnin through my blood (I'm a boss, bitch!)
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| But if another girl’s around
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| she got to pay meeeeeee
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| Keep payin 'em, if you wanna fuck 'em
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| You see them pretty titties and I know you wanna touch 'em
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| She’ll do some thangs that’ll make yo' day
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| She’s not a hooker but you still gotta pay to play
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| Cause with a hoe, when it is you go
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| But these boss bitches — wanna spend some mo'!
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| And don’t complain cause she don’t like it when you clown her
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| Just pull your card out, and swipe it at the counter!
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| When you met her, you thought you had a chance
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| Seen her at the club and got a funky little dance
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| But the bitch needs help — are you willin and able?
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| Got diamonds in your chain, bottles on your table
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| She don’t want a lot, just enough to get by
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| Keys to the house and you can fuck every night
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| Access to the whips and don’t talk no shit
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| Niggah! |
| You got a boss bitch
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| I know, I make it, look way too easy
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| But it ain’t easy bein me
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| Hard to dumb it down when you’re global
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| Like fittin a 10 in a 6, it cain’t hold you
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| You cain’t see me man, it ain’t your bi-focals
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| (Tell 'em how the boss females do it Silk!)
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| Heel game sick, hips move like whips
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| Floatin on that black ice, baby dancin in the rain
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| My mindfuck sicker but the truth is so slicker
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| She’ll be focused on the picture got you stuck on the frame
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| Highly motivated, baby stay in yo' lane
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| I’m outta yo' league plus I got a good aim
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| I’m cross the skyline for no reason
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| You buckethead broads out here sleazin, fuckin for some change
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| My passport full, I’m plottin on an empire
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| I got the bank and you know where, that’s a misfire
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| I fraternize, boss player certified
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| Tellis fur coat man, hurry up and buy!
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| Make him, I make him hate that I’m his ex-girl
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| He tried to give my swag game to his next girl (yup)
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| And if I catch you impersonatin Silk-E
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| Bitch I’ma make you cut your cat girl!
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| Who you work for? |
| You got uniforms?
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| He ain’t even a real one, damn!
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| Shoutout to the ones doin they own thang
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| Gettin they own dough, makin they own moves
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| Ain’t waitin for no handout — ha! |
| Ya dig?
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| I say swipe or no swipies, hahaha
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| (I'm a boss, bitch!) |