| Uhh…
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| Uhh… U.N., Vado man
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| Light a 50, sit back in the cranberry 550
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| My slimes with me, this chick money hungry just like Whitley
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| From +A Different World+, she’s a different girl than others
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| Different furs in colors
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| Born with cake though, cabin the woods upstate low
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| Slept with a lot of known niggas, a straight ho
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| Her shape so put me on with ways to make dough
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| She got profiles, I make checks, we went bank flow (let's go)
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| Ponytail, face low, want me to fuck her mouth
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| Suck me on the couch, her slurp game got me buggin out (damn)
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| One day seen a ring on her like «Yo what’s that about?»
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| She replied «What you chat about? |
| Like let’s not go that route»
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| (HA~!) Then she tells me on some G shit
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| I got a secret, I’m with a dude I don’t wanna be with
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| So peep it, I took him to court, but was defeated
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| Cause I don’t see none from pre-nup from when he cheated
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| Could you believe it? |
| In other words, she still with him
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| But he ain’t never around, so what’s the deal with him?
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| He out of town mostly is what she told me
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| No kids by him, big mansion, she be lonely
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| Not only that, he cheap as fuck but filthy
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| Too tight for banks, he keep it tucked, you feel me? |
| (I do)
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| Like a heartbeat, it’s in the crib you tellin me
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| 'Round the amount about three mill', definitely
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| The only thing, he’s in town for a couple weeks
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| Good! |
| We can do it tonight, run in while he sleep
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| Cause it’ll be easy if he take us to the cabbage
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| Long story short, he had that cake up in the attic
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| The rest bitin and pickin up, money wipin it
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| Dope vitamins, coke wifey screamin he triflin
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| With the gun aim all set, we done banged
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| Turned around hit the stairs bang I hear one rang
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| Huh? |
| I just stared at her, this bitch ill (ill)
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| All that cause his life insurance is six mill'
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| I reacted, laughin, it’s on some snap shit
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| I ain’t snappin, but what the fuck just happened?
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| She start cleanin, I’m thinkin of start squeezin
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| Grab both duffles out of couple and start breezin
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| It wouldn’t make sense to leave her breathin
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| It’s a matter of time they catch up to her she start speakin
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| Believe it |