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[Badwayz]Yeah, don't trust her |
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Don't trust yo' nigga |
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Yeah, uhhNow do you love your bitch or do you trust your bitch? |
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Now do you love your nigga or do you trust your nigga? |
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Yeah[Verse One] |
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Now do you love your bitch or do you trust your bitch? |
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Cause niggaz gotta tendencies to follow they dick |
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You down with |
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Too $hort girl? |
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He a hoCause |
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I'll snatch a bitch up e'ry show, and hit the mo-mo |
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But certain niggaz fall in love with them hookers |
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Nigga the pussy ain't yours cause another nigga took her |
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Seen a little mo' game, she took a rang and some bigger and better thangs |
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Starin at the chain and the karats in the rang |
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Now who she wanna leave with, she know we got the sticky |
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The niggaz wearin dickies or the niggaz givin hickies |
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She know what she want, she want that |
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California funk |
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Them hundred spoke thangs with that juice up in the trunk |
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She wanna ride down the sho' with the top back |
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But she know |
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I gotta hit before we start that |
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Man don't trust her[Interlude One](Aiyyo) |
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Man, see that's what the fuck |
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I'm talkin about(What?) |
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You can't trust a bitch!(The fuck you mean?) |
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What'chu mean? |
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Where the fuck you been?(Me and my girl Robin went to the car wash) |
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I don't wanna hear that shit |
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Robin called me lookin for yo' motherfuckin ass |
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What the fuck you think? (whatever, whatever) |
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That's what the fuck |
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I'm talkin 'bout, |
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I'm talkin 'bout(You trippin) |
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I can't trust yo' motherfuckin ass |
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You need to get yo' ass the fuck up outta here(Nigga let's just fuck, okay?) |
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No I ain't even fuckin, ain't worth that motherfucker |
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Now do you love your bitch or do you trust your bitch? |
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Now do you love your nigga or do you trust your nigga? |
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Nigga what what, what what wha-what?[Verse Two] |
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Now you thinkin you be trustin yo' man, but |
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I'ma tell you right now |
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The peter man make the plans |
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It's like when |
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I step up in the club |
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I gotta catch my breath9 times out of 10 |
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I cain't help myself |
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I don't really mean to cheat, |
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I ain't lyin |
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I'm a freak |
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Pager goin beep and |
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I'm steady tryin to creep |
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I admit, I'm a - sinner |
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I did what |
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I had to do just to get in her |
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I simply whispered in her ear |
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Tell her I'm the man, tell her what she wanna hear |
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Now I'm knowin |
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I can hit it |
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Cause the shit was soundin good cause she bought it and she bit it |
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I'm down with $hort |
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Dawg, I'm the next thang comin |
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You heard |
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Badwayz? Yeah |
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I'm the first one |
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My name Stud baby girl, you ain't heard of us?"$hort Records: In Platinum We Tru$t?" |
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I hadda died if |
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I wasn't high - you ain't heard that? |
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But matter of fact, |
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I got some weed in the 'llac |
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We can finish these drinks and go smoke that shit |
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And from there, ain't no tellin where we gon' get |
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But don't trust her[Interlude Two] |
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That's the type of shit |
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I'm talkin about (what?) |
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That fuckin around shit man that shit is not cool(Fuckin around nigga, you been fuckin around too with some-a your hoes)(Now how you gon' come off on me like that?) |
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Man you ain't got no clue, you don't know what the fuck's goin on f'real(Anyway) |
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I'm bout to handle business (I know) |
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Oh yeah baby what's up? (I know what you doin out there okay?) |
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Bitch, what the fuck you think |
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I'm doin?(Well as long as you bringin that lucci home to me baby) |
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Now do you love your bitch or do you trust your bitch? |
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Now do you love your nigga or do you trust your nigga? |
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Nigga what what, what what wha-what?[Verse Three] |
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You see it's way after 12 and |
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I'm out wit'cho bitch |
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Tossin up, while you workin on the midnight shift |
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Got you fucked up mad, bout to start a rage |
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She won't answer the phone, won't return your page |
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Gettin took for what you got yet you treat her real dapper |
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She takin all yo' change and she spend it on us rappers |
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Fuckin all in yo' house, bustin all on yo' sheets |
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When I come to yo' town, |
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I be doggin yo' freak |
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Then you come back home lickin all on that ho |
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Would have a fit ever knowin she was suckin |
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JoeShe love money and excitement, that's why y'all always fightin |
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And youse a workin-haulic, she want you to be ballin |
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When it all falls down, you cain't trust that bitch |
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If she make you too mad you might bust that bitch |
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Be locked down in county for assaultin shit |
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But for love and the pussy you done bought that bitch |
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Don't trust her |
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Don't trust her, don't trust that bitch |
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Now do you love your bitch or do you trust your bitch? |
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Don't trust her |
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Now do you love your nigga or do you trust your nigga? |
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Nigga what what, what what wha-what? |
