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Uh, uh, uh |
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I know don't exactly what's wrong with your nigga's neck |
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It's ain't my fault if he looking |
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You 'spose to keep his ass in check cause |
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Every time |
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I come near |
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All he do is stare |
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And I can see it in his eyes that he wants some |
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He know what's in the prize, it's |
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Red Rum To any of these hoes that come |
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Stand next to me and look like bums, they make pennies |
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And all I do is stack the paper |
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Just in case |
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I run into some complications |
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I'm set for life, never in debt |
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And you frustrated when |
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I get all the niggas' attention |
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You fall off |
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Guess you was born to make the coffee for us |
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Writing bitches with a higher position |
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Da Brat talk niggas listen |
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Go get a nine to five |
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Cause you can't keep up with the shit |
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I cook up |
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I can't help it if you're nigga wanna hook up |
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Ya gotta man but he keep looking at me |
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Like he really wanna drop ya bad |
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Cause I'm the shit and |
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I know you mad |
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But I don't give a fuck, you |
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Got some dough but your paper ain't as long as mine |
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And ya really wanna stop me bad |
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But fix your face bitch |
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I'm here to stay |
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And I don't give a fuck, you |
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And I'mma make sure that my niggas keep on lookin' |
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Tell you broads to calm down there ain't no competition |
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I'm flawless as the rocks on my left pinky |
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And I love it when y'all wanna get at me |
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And make me think my shit don't stink |
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Evidently you ain't satisfied at home |
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She ain't got no style of her own |
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No body of her own |
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Not roaming in the |
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V12 You turned on because |
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I bought it myself |
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What other bitch do you know like this? |
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That's tight as a hot curl |
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Known to rock worlds |
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Once I'm spotted you will probably drop your girl |
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My intimidation to niggas is challenging to 'em |
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He fiending to get in my |
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Vicky's Secrets |
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And underneath my |
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Girbaud and my boxer shorts |
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I rock ice burg sports and |
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Da Brat prints of all sorts |
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Interesting to you cause |
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I got some dough |
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You thinkin' if you and me get together |
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You'll never go broke |
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Ya gotta man but he keep looking at me |
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Like he really wanna drop ya bad |
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Cause I'm the shit and |
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I know you mad |
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But I don't give a fuck, you |
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Got some dough but your paper ain't as long as mine |
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And ya really wanna stop me bad |
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But fix your face bitch |
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I'm here to stay |
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And I don't give a fuck, you |
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Ya gotta man but he keep looking at me |
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Like he really wanna drop ya bad |
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Cause I'm the shit and |
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I know you mad |
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But I don't give a fuck, you |
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Got some dough but your paper ain't as long as mine |
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And ya really wanna stop me bad |
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But fix your face bitch |
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I'm here to stay |
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And I don't give a fuck, you |
