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Bitch, what you say hoe |
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I don't love your dog ass bitch [Hook] |
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I never had love for a bitch, |
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I'm about my money |
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Even if they murder me, |
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I ain't going nowhere |
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Turn up the volume to the radio, |
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I'll be right there |
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And I never had love for a nigga, |
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I'm about my money |
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I'm a million dollar mack, that's how |
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I carry myself |
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And can't no woman have my heart, cause |
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I'm gon' marry myself |
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My first diss song that, yeah that use to be me |
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Every Sunday morning, and every |
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Wednesday night |
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I would be |
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At Crerstmont |
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Church of |
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Christ, just my daddy and me |
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But I know he didn't love me, because |
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I was raised by the streets |
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Never took the time to teach me, bout the birds and the bees |
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Don't even know if he was proud of me, for making |
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A's and B's |
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West Fewquay and |
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Ridgevan, made me a man |
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Took my first onion rocked it up, and |
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I made me a grand 17 years ago is just like yesterday, |
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I remember it well |
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Young nigga going to school, working hustling |
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And living on the street, |
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I was going through hell |
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And IIIIII've got no regrets, but |
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I'm not finished yet |
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I know I've come along way, but it's so far to go |
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And since, ain't none of y'all motherfuckers helped |
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Z-Ro [Hook] |
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Y'all already know what, they want from me |
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Simply to see me |
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B-R-O-K-E, and |
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D-E-A-D I can't escape the |
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H-A-T-E My baby mamas make me wanna just, squeeze the trigger |
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Feeling like the world, don't need me nigga |
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Seem like none of my daughters, hardly see me nigga |
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I'm sorry baby, you know your daddy crazy |
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Seem like your mama's always, got a problem with |
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Ro I done put up with it long enough, |
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I ain't gon' take it no mo' |
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If I'm not appreciated, it's time for me to go |
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I'd rather they file child support, |
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I'ma just send the dough |
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Time is passing by, and |
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I ain't even there to see you grow |
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Life is hard but it's fair, and |
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I promise |
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I'ma be there but uh [Hook] |
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I'm laughing at y'all bitch niggaz, like ahh-haaa |
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Mad at me, cause |
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I'm in a Bentley when |
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I slide by |
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Louis Vuitton, |
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Marc Jacob, |
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Gucci or Prada |
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Nobody but me, cuts slices out of my pie |
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I'm riding dirty, but my ride so clean |
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Like a pamper full of baby shit, and |
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Irish Spring |
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Bitch, you ain't nothing but a greasy split |
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Paying me money, the only way you can please me bitch |
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I'm a walking talking ass whipping, |
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I'm the squab father |
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If it's mo' than one nigga, that's when |
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I squab harder |
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Somebody need to be murdered, |
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I got a job offer |
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I got that concrete, these other boy's hard softer |
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My bitch get off the plane, you can get that hard off her |
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You could get that bottom, and that head bob off her |
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Before I love a bitch, |
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I'm shopping for shoes |
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And all the bitch bread is mine, but the cock is for you ya trick [Hook] |