| What up, G, what up G? |
| Why you knockin' on the door?
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| No, you can’t come in, heh, you can’t come here
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| Yeah, the key don’t work no more, hee-hee
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| You fucking around, yeah you smarter than me
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| You smarter than me, hee-hee
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| I don’t know, who now, how do it feel since you
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| No longer have connections, with me, you dumb and
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| Hungry and famished, you must be, your plan is vaulted
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| You don’t wanna play a game, it only works when you young and beautiful
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| Now you should know — how neither of these herbs gassin' you
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| That would have you boosting clothes
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| Left you hanging, dry and stupid though
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| So know it’s your turn to play with Cupid’s bow
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| Your brain’s looping slow, you stupid ho
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| Yeah, you should know, but the foolish don’t
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| You don’t get too close, cause you know the truth will show
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| Vulnerability, see, is something I went through before
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| Yeah, yeah… I seen this movie before, it’s weak
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| The plotline is very thin
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| Yeah, it lacks substance, very predictible
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| I give it a thumbs down, I give it a thumbs down
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| See, I studied psychology since a young’n
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| So I spot every move, you make
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| I may not see it clearly through all the sweet talk
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| You got beef, walk, yeah I love you, but not like that
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| You try to stop my act, with your high for looting, childhood retribution
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| It won’t rest til you get, your licks in
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| Vixen Victoria’s Secret stories, you keep within
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| Your witch’s brew, for due -- you
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| Fancy as a, not too shroud, denial you choose
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| But your eyes on the glue, to your inner most
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| And, when I’m host to your bizarre sideshow, they expose for you
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| Yeah, cause remember the wicked witch
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| When she looked in the mirror, and then the mirror just shattered and shit
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| Cause she was so ugly and shit, but ugly on the inside though
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| See you don’t dig me, when I’m saying that
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| You gotta feel me, when I say, that that’s the wicked witch
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| You seem lost so why would you try deviating
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| From what would seem to be, the clear choice to making
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| Such a situation, such as this, now wake up
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| I play pops for a few, but you gotta do what I say
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| But you gutter babe, through and through, you ain’t have enough yet
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| Pushing pussy for product, having a good time is what you call it
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| All of it, washed away the memoirs of an alcoholic
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| Now you out for my wallet, and give me a hard time too
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| Just to show me a thing or two, about, how low the low be
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| Well don’t get cold feet, when you discover I hold heat
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| To melt that cold heart, that’s so weak
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| You know… it ain’t nothing but a thang
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| See, um, if you start, um, doing something stupid around here
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| I’mma come out there and I will beat a bitch ass
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| I will beat a bitch down to the ground
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| And, I might have to get some paper though
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| Cuz, since you already out here fucking up and shit
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| Youknowhatimean, but, you ain’t nothing though really
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| That’s you though, you know? |
| That’s not me |