| Ayye Ayye, she used to f*ck with my nig*a, though
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| I don’t care ni*ga, sh*t, I’mma get her tho
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| And when I get that ho, I’mma hit that ho
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| And when I hit that ho, I’mma forget that ho
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| After I hit her, I’mma quit her, on to the next
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| Gold rapper, latex, I practice safe sex
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| I’m Barry Bonds I hit the pu*sy on the first pitch
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| Boy, I murdered her, yeah I’m a murderer
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| Ayye, she used to f*ck with my nig*a
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| But he didn’t want her, though, cause she didn’t want ho
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| Rhinestones that’s that fake shit
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| Man I’m realer then a b*tch without a face lift
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| Dope d*ck, dope d*ck, that’s what she yelling out
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| Dope d*ck, dope d*ck, that’s what I’m giving out
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| Yeah your boy play b*tches, like a PlayStation
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| And I’mma hit the first night girl I ain’t patient
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| Ayye Ayye, she used to f*ck with my nig*a, though
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| I don’t care ni*ga, sh*t, I’mma get her tho
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| And when I get that ho, I’mma hit that ho
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| And when I hit that ho, I’mma forget that ho
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| Drop 350
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| I wake up, get up to f*ck my b*tch silly
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| I pop up and pop Royce and she pops one with me
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| The pussy so fire, I’mma need a chimney
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| Bought a b*tch a Bentley; |
| I’m playing
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| Tell a ho to follow my command (b*tch)
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| Deep in that pu*sy, quicksand (b*tch)
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| Better recognize I’m the man
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| F*ck her right I ain’t playing, got these hoes on my hands
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| And they f*cking at my shows, we just throw them in the van
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| Probably f*ck and make a grand, I’mma throw another band
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| Ten, ten damn hoes at the same time
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| F*cking king gold chains
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| Ayye Ayye, she used to f*ck with my nig*a, though
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| I don’t care ni*ga, sh*t, I’mma get her tho
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| And when I get that ho, I’mma hit that ho
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| And when I hit that ho, I’mma forget that ho
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| Ayye Ayye, she used to f*ck with my nig*a, though
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| I don’t care ni*ga, sh*t, I’mma get her tho
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| And when I get that ho, I’mma hit that ho
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| And when I hit that ho, I’mma forget that ho
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| European photo, true religions and Polo
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| I’m leaning, off an 8 ounce of that syrup, that’s the ocho
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| Look, I’m probably with your ho bro; |
| getting dough, though
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| Replacing, never chasing, I don’t care about no ho |