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(Talking) |
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Here's a story |
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About a bitch |
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About a bitch |
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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 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 |
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FED's 3 4 times and never told nothin |
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But wait 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 (Chorus) |
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Call it what you want but |
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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 |
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I 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 |
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I say to myself ' |
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Is she all that? |
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I'm on my bitch ass like |
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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 |
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Benz 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 |
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Mo-Mo 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 hoe |
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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 |
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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 (Chorus) |
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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 |
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I got two down bitches (Chorus) (Talking) |
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Ha yeah 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 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 |
