| The Prince is back!
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| May Day, Trey Day
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| So here we go with this again
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| Running at them lips again
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| Yellin’in my ear and shit
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| All I hear is whisperin
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| No matter what it is She always start to bitchin’and
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| trippin and
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| I almost start to call that girl a bitch again
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| So I blaze out the house
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| In a rage out the house
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| Shawty got a sharp tongue
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| she spit blades out her mouth
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| I throw my stunnas on I chop blades out the house
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| She get ta growlin and I’m out
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| It’s like a cage in the house
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| Phone on silent and I’m wilin’cuz I’m 'bout
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| Five shots of Henny in Man, I’m makin’plenty friends
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| Black, White, Dominican
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| Back right, I break it in
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| (This is the act right)
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| I need to take it in Let’s Go!
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| I been drinkin
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| Tryna take my mind up off all the yellin and all the screamin
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| But all that it’s doin is takin me far from your lovin
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| Got this girl in my ear, tellin me what I don’t need to hear
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| Sippin’what I’m sippin and she bout to catch me slippin'
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| I’m long gone missin,
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| long gone missin
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| and I’m up in this club with all of these women
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| This one she said she wanna get me alone
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| You bad as hell, but girl I gotta go home
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| I’m long gone missin, long gone missin
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| and I’m up in this club with all of these women
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| This one she said she wanna get me alone.
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| You bad as hell, but girl I gotta go home.
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| Now she’s grindin
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| And the way she poppin’that thang
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| droppin that thang
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| reminds me it ain’t a girl in this world like mines
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| Wish she come find me
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| (hope you hurry up)
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| It’s gettin heated up
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| (got me heated up)
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| If she keep it up we gon’be leavin here
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| (I'm sippin)
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| Sippin what I’m sippin and she bout to catch me slippin
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| Now I look around
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| and all I see is cuties,
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| booties bouncin all around.
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| I’m tryna keep my self from goin’down
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| With all the love I give you all you ever do is frown
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| Sippin what I’m sippin and she bout to catch me slippin |