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[Mr. Man |
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Boobonic] |
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"Ayyo, I seen the ***** car over there, man." |
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"Who?" |
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"Let's shoot over there. Ya *****! She over there with that nigga, man |
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Let's get in the squad and shoot over there real fast." |
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"Yo, man, don't shit surprise me at this point, dog |
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These ******* ain't shit, man." |
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"I know that's right." |
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"It always be those freaks though you fall in love with, man." |
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"Aw, they be havin' good-ass ***** that hiiit! That shit be..." |
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"The only... be crazy, man. Damn!" |
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"I know, that shit crazy as a motha****a" |
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"Yo, I can't even explain that *****, man." |
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[Boobonic] |
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This ***** feel like wind from an angel, spreadin' his wings |
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I'm gettin' her things in Jacob's, gettin' her rings |
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She got me, y'all. False playa fell for a whore |
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I know it and she don't say she one. The ***** show it |
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How she give me head and how that slut throw it |
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Lick me wit' Halls in her mouth and then she blow it |
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I know I shouldn't like her, I know it's ****ed up |
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Thinkin' like this hood-rat ***** gets lucked up |
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'cause I'm trickin' her, hittin' her, watch how the **** gettin' her |
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Do alot a shit wit' her, never wanna split from her |
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I'm paranoid 'cause she had the nerve to ask that |
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If I die, could she get half of my ASCAP |
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Different girl of the world, that ***** want galaxies |
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Insurance policies so she can get apologies |
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When I'm outta here. *****, get outta here |
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Not a fear, remember the name and I'm sincere, ***** |
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[Boobonic |
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Mr. Man] |
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"Hey, look. There go that bicth shit right there. Park right there." |
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"I told ya, man. I seen that shit when I ride. I rode up and backed |
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up." |
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"That ***** think she the ****, see, I know what I'ma do to her. I don't |
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Don't even let her see us. Keep movin', keep movin'." |
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"No, we got the ten. Plus the squad, she don't know the squad anyway |
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Ya-knaw-I'm-sayin'? **** that *****, man." |
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"I'ma **** that ***** UP." |
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"She a FREAK, man!" |
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"I'm tellin', I'ma gon' **** her up. Yo, watch how I do this." |
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"You got a nice freak with you, man." |
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"I'm a, nah, I'm a playa. Watch how I get her." |
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"See, I ain't in to screamin' and shit." |
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[Mr. Man] |
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All I hear is 'Mister, I'm sorry. C'mon, let's work it out!' |
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Nope, you know too many niggas, we could never share a house |
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****, you tryin' to get me robbed? Stash cleaned out? |
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Three O' clock in the morning with a gun in my mouth? |
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*****, your ***** ain't worth it, head ain't either |
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Toss me like a salad and charge up my Visa? |
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Don't think so |
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From me, you see no nail, hair, clothes, minks nor dough ("That's right.") |
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7-4-O and drunk off Ma-mo |
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And I'm goin' to Cancun and **** no, you can't go |
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And you wanna catch a tan and **** my man too |
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Sayin', 'I ain't no, Boo, is that cool wit' you?' |
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I'm hip to this *****. It's cool, I laugh now |
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While your girlfriends shop, you sit that ass down |
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Broke, ain't ya, and niggas just wanna ****? |
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Yeah, I heard you givin' up head for less than a buck, what? |
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Skank |
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[Boobonic |
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"This *****"] |
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"Yo! (Door knocks) Yo, open the ****in' door, man." |
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"Yo, I'm comin'!" |
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"Stop playin' wit', open the ****... *****!" |
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"Baby, what's wrong? Don't... (Glass breaking)" |
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"Oh, you wanna be a ****in' whore? Huh? You wanna be a whore, you dumb-ass |
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*****? Huh?" |
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"Why you cryin' by me like that? What are you talkin' about whore? |
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Baby, what's wrong wit' you?" |
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"Get the **** out. Man, get the **** out, man! Get the **** out now, *****!" |
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"Yo, I can't take this shit! I ****in' hate you!" |
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"Man, get my shit, man. Oh, you wanna get; *****, get the **** off the phone |
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*****!" |
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"Nah, I ****in' hate you! (Phone dialing)" |
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[Boobonic] |
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Oh, now you wanna call the cops? You scared? Well, you should |
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Say your name and I gotta hit high and hit good |
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Hustle just to buy you shit and take trips |
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While you pose ass-naked for niggas and takin' flicks ("What?") |
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And I ain't hate you, just tell me what it is |
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'cause I never had a problem wit' ****in' your relatives |
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I ****ed up happy homes but I don't need that |
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I can't **** wit' you no more, *****, I leave that |
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[Mr. Man] |
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Look, *****, pack your clothes and forget the couch |
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Leave the keys, call your mom 'cause I'm kickin' you out |
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This summer, no C-L-K and halter tops |
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Skirt, knee boots, hair blowin' in the drop |
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Uh-uh, you not |
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See, this shit gon' stop |
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Shoulda known the first night when I was hittin' the cop' |
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Week later, you dropped right back to Dime Rose and |
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I never been indeed out Cancun for posin', ***** |
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[Billy Bathgate] |
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"Yo, 'Bonic. Yo, Mister. Listen to this crazy shit that happened to me with |
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This *****. Remember that ***** I was tellin' you about? Yeah, I'm chillin' |
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At the label with another nigga that rap and he braggin' about how many |
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******* he got and bring up this ***** name. I'm like, 'Hold up, I know that |
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Same *****.' I'm like, 'Nah, no, I don't.' But we got the same last PIN |
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Number. Ain't that a *****?!" |
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Yo, yo, look |
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Our love is like Mary B. and K-Ci |
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And I don't wanna do anything else but make moms proud |
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Throw karats at your finger, trip down the isle |
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Forget playin' house, ma, let's make a child |
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Now she got me doin' herb shit, straight doin' nerd shit; |
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Charles Jordan, Lois Faton, those type of fur shit |
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Playas we splurge wit', my chain wit' ya gang |
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Of skank hoes, no bank hoes |
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It's all the same |
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I brag about you, told niggas I'm mad about you |
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Now I feel like straight whoopin' that cash up out you |
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What you doin' in his contact? *****, you can't see? |
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What, if it don't work wit' us, quit? Is he plan B? |
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It's a small-ass world but smaller industry |
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I thought niggas do the pimpin' but shorty pimpin' me |
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Well, shit, I ain't let her go |
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I guess 'Gate dumb or 'Gate sprung but I guess what's done is done |
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Huh |
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[Boobonic |
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Mr. Man |
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"This *****"] |
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"I can't even ****in' take you nowhere, man, you run around ****in' |
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Everybody, man. '**** is wrong wit' you, man?" |
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"I know, why you doin' this to me?" |
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"You gotta stop that shit, man. Straight up, man." |
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"I'm so sorry! You know I love you, fool, please!" |
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"You ****in' can't do that, man. Straigt up, man. You ****in' it up, man. I'm |
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Tryin', I'm tryin' to get this money and make it aiiight for me and you |
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Man, you runnin' around makin' me look the **** stupid, man." |
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"Straight up, dunn." |
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"I'll do anything for you! Oh! I want do it again, I |
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promise!" |
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"You can't do that shit, man. Ain't no rehabilitation for whores, man." |
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"**** nah." |
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"You gone, man. I can't **** wit' you, man." |
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"I swear to heaven, my life, please?!!" |
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"No, I can't, man!" |
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"You changed the game, B." |
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"I won't do it again!" |
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"I can't **** wit' you, man. You ****ed it up, man." |
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"It just happened!" |
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"Why?" |
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"Yo, c'mon, dog." |
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"Please, give me another chance!" |
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"Aiiight, just hit me later on, man. Aiiight?" |
