| Explain the women that I keep
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| Goin through my house and shit when I’m asleep
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| We bang heads a lot, we bang beds a lot
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| You ask questions a lot, and try to trip me up
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| But I ain’t never been the one that’s tryin to bend
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| And no it wasn’t me that was seen by your friends
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| She thinks she saw me, makin shit stormy
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| Most in my path’ll probably say they love me
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| Say they thinkin of me but they can’t be with me
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| It’s no hate, one was even tryin to wait
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| So for her I tried to run my shit straight
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| Did I want to set the date, I said let’s leave it by fate, and then she skate
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| The world ain’t shit and everything ain’t great
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| Whoever in this trade done swayed into the cons
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| Of they sexual liasons and past dealings
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| Smashed the four wheel and stay forever concealed
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| Where are you now, that, I need you, with me
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| Where are you now, that, the chips, are down
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| Where are you now, I’m, sad, and, lonely
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| Now that I need you girl, you’re, not around
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| It seem like 85% of most bitches more concerned about
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| Niggas with riches but uncapable of washin the dishes
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| Attitude always suspicious, she fulfill your every wishes
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| And she dig the way you got up in them britches
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| Always expressin her undyin love for a thug
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| Now who said you can’t find romance in a nightclub
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| Now you bugged, backrubs in the hot tub
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| Got you believin that this pigeon ain’t thinkin dubs
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| Damn, she like game airtight, but you know the rule
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| When you bag a joint and twist it on the first night (uh-huh)
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| That shit’s a might if the ass is alright
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| If that shit ain’t really tight, she probably did the same thing last night
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| 'Long as the paper pilin, then she smilin
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| Ain’t thinkin 'bout whylin, you takin her to different islands
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| But let your paper fall short, Cristal turn to cork
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| Then you turn around and ask that bitch for support
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| Uh, uh, yo
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| When a nigga had money you was there; |
| funny how
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| Everytime I turned around, you was there
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| When it was time for you to get your hair (uh) your nails and your gear
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| But at my court date, you failed to appear
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| Fought my case on appeals, it took over a year
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| And in that time, a nigga didn’t see nor hear
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| Got to the point there was no respect at all
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| I was shocked when you did not collect my call
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| Spent nights in my cell just beatin my dick
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| Thinkin 'bout, how we used to fuck and shit
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| I took you out, bought your ass a bunch of shit
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| When I get out, I’m gonna fuckin punch this bitch
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| Right then I’m out, cause she don’t understand the rules
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| You don’t bite the man that dipped your hand in jewels
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| You were there when I bought the rock to blind you
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| Now a nigga locked and I can’t find you
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| Where are you now (where where where where) |