| All y’all bum ass bitches always talking about you need a real one
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| Why you gon' pick up your man at the bus stop
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| Take him to Denny’s like it’s a five-star restaurant and shit
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| You feel me?
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| Hell naw I ain’t fucking with no bum asses
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| You not finna hop in my whip and smoke my shit for free
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| I got this A1 loud
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| Straight from Oakland motherfucking California
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| You feel me?
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| Straight up and down like that
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| All you basic ass bitches need to get you a real one
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| Check it
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| Remember what I told you, bitch I’m the man
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| Got a couple Ginas but I really want a pam
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| lil nigga, like my bitches foxy
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| Don’t be scared lil nigga, cause the way she poppin'
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| Every night I party but we keep it on the low
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| She wanna look good, puttin' powder on her nose
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| She wanna have fun puttin' powder in her nose
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| My homeboy the plug man he got it for the low
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| She brought her boyfriend, hope she leave him at the door
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| Cause' we don’t really like him and hope a nigga know
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| And if you bring the beef we put his ass in the stove
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| My nigga don’t trip she wanna get chose
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| Girl fuck your boyfriend, I know you ain’t happy
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| I know you need a real nigga and I can make it happen
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| Girl fuck your boyfriend, I know you ain’t happy
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| I know you need a real nigga and I can make it happen
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| She said that he be trickin' all his motherfuckin' dough
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| Shoppin' and I’m poppin' everything up in the store it’s go
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| Gucci, Louis, Fendi, Prada
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| Throw the coochie at him made it happen like viola
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| I know the game so we never try to play me
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| Don’t trip got em whipped, AP
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| I’m a boss and he treat me like a queen
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| Got it taste it in make it turn em into a fiend, yah mean?
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| Pussy always got the flights so my eyes Yao Ming
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| And I work the pussy right got em thinking wifey (hold up!)
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| I ain’t with the sucky shit thinkin' you gon' fuck a bitch better find another
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| bitch
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| Cause I’m on some other like make money, make money, make money, make money,
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| make money money
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| You ain’t talkin that I ain’t talkin back
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| Ass fat got them finnin for the pussy cat
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| She said that he bitchin', hell yeah he be bitchin'
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| She said that he be flexin', hell yeah he be flexin'
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| And ever since she met me man she tell me I’m a blessin
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| And everytime he call man that be stressin'
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| Send em to the voicemail, nigga leave a message
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| She don’t pick the phone up, nigga get to textin'
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| Real life fuck nigga by the definition
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| Call him form the block nigga you a pussy
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| When you walk by man know that we be lookin'
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| And if she give it up you better know that we be fuckin'
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| So if you love the pussy boy you better gon' follow it
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| When she gets some good dick nigga she gon' swallow it
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| Make her take her drawers off throw em to the floor
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| We ain’t make the bedroom, I fucked her on the stove
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| I don’t like your girlfriend, I don’t want your ho
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| You be in the DM’s, I’ll be in her throat
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| I ain’t your nigga I swear
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| We brand new he ain’t, you did
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| Always complanin' about his baby mamas
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| Still ain’t learned his lesson, fucking pussy no condom
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| Runnin' around fucking pussy no condom
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| No car, no crib, new J’s he gotta know
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| You sure you wanna do then you gotta go hard
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| Come deal with a winner, he ain’t gotta know |