| Here’s a story
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| About a bitch
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| About a bitch I once fucked wit
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| Now I want ya’ll to listen real close
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| Shit’s a trip
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| Peep game
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| Used to have a bitch that was true to life to me
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| Damn near a wife to me
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| The bitch was just right for me
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| Stood by my side
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| Used to help me wit my hustle
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| Down to pack straps and a cap if we had a tustle
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| I used to trust her wit my riches
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| I be in the kitchen cookin chickens
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| While she be washin dishes
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| 150,000 in the attic
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| Pager blowin up all night, my bitch never gave a nigga static
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| I used to make her mad enough to kill
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| Lipstick on the front of my draws, man my bitch was real
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| Cuz she never stole nothin
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| Gaffled by the FED’s 3 4 times and never told nothin
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| But wait
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| My bitch is gettin distant on me
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| No more back rubs and kisses
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| What’s happenin wit my little misses
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| Too sleepy for the sex play
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| Now what’s really going on the same shit the next day
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| Damn I know she wouldn’t fuck around
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| Still I taps all my phones and records every fuckin sound
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| Conversations wit her homegirl but nothin major
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| I duplicates the cap code to her pager
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| Now I recieves every beat
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| Cuz I’ll be damned if my bitch goin be playin me cheap
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| Call it what you want but I gotta know
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| If my bitch fucks around then my bitch gots to go (Repeat 2x)
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| Week and a half flies by and now I
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| Can’t trust my bitch doin shit
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| Track her through the mall, the cleaners, and the nail shop
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| The grocery store, and the health food spot
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| Dub you trippin I say to myself
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| 'Is she all that?
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| I’m on my bitch ass like I’m lo jack'
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| Just hold that
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| I don’t really like when she be callin her best friend
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| Pull up on the lot in a black Benz
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| I could smell it homie
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| It’s goin down
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| These bitches bout to flirt wit some niggas and clown
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| Followed they ass to the Mo-Mo
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| Oh no
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| Damn this shit’s for real
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| Now just imagine how a nigga feal
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| Cuz I been livin wit a ho
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| And worse than that a muthafucka didn’t know
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| She got’s to go
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| I hit the chronic cuz
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| I’m on a mission
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| I’m havin visions
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| Of two dead bitches missin Christmas
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| I can’t take it no more
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| I cocks my strap? |
| takes flight?
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| And kick the fuckin hinges off the door
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| I skimmed the room with the infared
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| And finds my bitch and her best friend naked in the water bed
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| Now I’m confused
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| I puts my heat down
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| Mouth open like a muthafucka takes a seat now (?we's now?)
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| How long you been fuckin her?
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| I ain’t know yo ass was on cock
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| Got me thinkin bout? |
| ?
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| She said I trust her like you trust me
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| If you trust we
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| Then us three could be livin in harmony
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| I get’s to thinkin bout the pussy and the riches
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| Fuck it I guess I got two down bitches
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| (Talking)
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| Ha yeah
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| Tell ya about these little stank ass scrags
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| Ain’t shit
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| I got two of em now
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| Fuck em
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| One for this braid right here
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| One for this braid right here
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| Gotta lick this middle one
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| Fuck ya’ll
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| WC CJ Mac |