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[DJ Drama] |
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You know the rules |
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Don't trust 'em, don't love 'em |
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And don't let 'em fool you |
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Nahmean? |
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[Lloyd Banks] |
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Aye! Know your role |
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Get anything out me? No, you won't |
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I hope my player stole your hope |
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Anymore game I'm going overdose |
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Jerry Tarkanian, I'm supposed to coach |
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Money train on my poster ho |
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Way too cool, can't push a button |
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Banks around, you got no control |
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Relax and let it go |
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That girl wants to be bad. Don't let her, yo! |
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You still want to keep that? Incredible! |
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That's negative feedback, forever bro |
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I'm chasing greenbacks and envelopes |
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You only care about status |
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Probably see zeroes in the bed with her |
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High maintenance with no standards, damn |
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It's a shame you're so regular |
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Don't hog the lane on my cellular |
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Don't be difficult, we ain't dating |
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Better stay in line with the editor |
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Hawaii, 5 trips ahead of ya |
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Oh? You're on cloud nine? She say jump, you ask "how high?" |
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Weekend fuck to a nigga like me |
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P-I-M-P till the day that I die |
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You buying the boots and I'm taking them off |
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Keeping her hair then I'm fucking it up |
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Turning her out as she's spilling the guts |
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Won't lead her on, the feeling's too much |
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She thinks I'm the one but there can't be no us |
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I met you a stray, there can't be no trust |
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The lifestyle fills up your panties with lust |
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Spare me the amateur stuff |
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Look, you happy now? |
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Your homegirl found a way to track me down |
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Telling all your problems to grimy ears |
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Playing for the crowd is exactly how |
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She's 10 times more nasty now |
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Caught in a walk with her ass all out |
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Then you'll be here all alone |
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The nigga all the bad ones ask about |
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All black cruising, my casket route |
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In my throwback, full classic bout |
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Short on time, I smash then count |
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Them whores ain't mine, I pass them out |
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You ain't even got to ask me |
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My game catchy, no free rides here, better get a taxi |
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You don't think I know how this shit going to go? |
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Chasing a musician, end up with an athlete |
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Shit! I'm both |
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Got'em on a track meet |
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Ran all day, made love on a bad knee |
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Fixing with an an ass in the avi |
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Victims from the pad to the valley |
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Fiction, once if she ever had me |
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Listen, let my only speak once |
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I had teams since the nineties |
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Switch rosters every three months |
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I'm the one they can't figure out |
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You're the one that they chump, chump |
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You paying the bills and got another nigga in the house |
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She don't know what she want, yup |
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You fucked around and got tricked by a criminal |
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I gotta to skip to the front |
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You don't turn your back |
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She probably looking a nigga now |
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Tell them hoes keep up |
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Tell them hoes keep up |
