| Why my bitch cheating on me?
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| What the fuck I do to her?
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| I ain’t did nothing nigga
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| Why she wanna play with me?
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| My feelings done got involved
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| Nah that bitch can’t stay with me
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| Swear to God on my Grannie
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| Rest in peace to, Annie
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| Now the bitch got two daddies
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| This a reunion, no family!
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| I wanna fuck you in your best outfit girl put in on, Yeah
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| David Copperfield, Baby girl I can get it gone, Nair
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| You the picture, I’m a put you on the wall
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| I’m the hammer, You the nail
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| Beat it up, Beat it up, Beat it up, Beat it!
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| Put your ass to sleep, baby girl tempur-pedic
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| Cuhz whip it up, in a pan like Pita
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| Love big titties, turned on by them C Cups
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| Did a show in Boston drinking lean out a tea cup
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| No party, I’m sorry
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| Ridin' round in the motorcycle, no Harley
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| That lil ho retarded, had to nickname lil bitch… tortoise
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| Shootin' shots, I ignore it
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| Pants saggin' cause I walk around with that 40
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| Nigga talkin' beef, eat it up cause I’m hungry
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| Fuck YARS, nigga I’m extortin'
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| Feelin' like J-Prince nigga
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| J-Prince son Jas, fuck with every time
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| I was in LA chillin' at Jas Prince house
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| A deal, I ain’t never signed
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| I ain’t never ever ever lost shit
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| Kill a nigga, knock em off for some fuckin' lawsuit
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| Shoot a nigga momma house up, no talkin'
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| (Shh) Too much talkin'…
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| Ran out with a 100 bands, I ain’t playin'
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| Cut the promoter, thought I was playin'
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| Got a 2−2-3 Lebron James, Cleveland
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| Why am I insecure bout my woman?
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| I don’t lick pussy but tonight I might eat it
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| I don’t want that shit lil bitch, I just want my receipt back
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| She grippin' on my nuts, Michael Jackson I might beat it
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| Her first name Victoria, I know she got some secrets
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| I don’t wanna fuck with her, if she ain’t gon' keep it
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| Real with a nigga till the end, girl I need ya
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| Let me put my dick inside your hole, peep it
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| Thugga want your soul, he need it
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| She ain’t got too many times, she got 3 shots like an Adidas (Ay)
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| Let the lil bitch come roll me like tempur-pedic (Ay)
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| Throw that pussy, I catch it like a receiver play
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| If she find out I’m cheating, she might just leave today
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| Put that lil bitch on her feet, no bengay
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| Jonesboro South raised me, that’s what kids say
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| And my diamonds they come wet like a fish tank
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| Lil money big bank take lil bank (Yeah)
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| Lil nigga wanna play, I’ll leave em in a wheel chair
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| Yellow bone bitch from Toronto, she a rattler
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| When I kiss her, I be suckin on her neck like Dracula
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| And I’m a motherfuckin' lion, nigga cats kill |