| See I ain’t tripping, but I’m just saying
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| See a rapper and she tell you they had a little thang
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| Calling every player in the game by they nickname
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| See her with another baller when your ankle get sprained
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| Heard about me through hearsay
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| Then get up out of my damn face
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| I ain’t never had a hand out
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| That’s why I ain’t handing out hand shakes
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| Got no time for that pillow talk
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| Y’all feminine to my man ways
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| Love the ladies but I let them know
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| That my bank account is my man cave
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| If that’s what she doing for a fountain drink
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| Then what she doing for Ace of Spades
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| Giving knowledge like she skipped a grade
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| What’s yo GPA I’m gonna make it raise
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| Grease it up just like a taper fade
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| Treat my dick just like a razor blade
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| Cause when I pull it out she says it’s time to cut
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| I guess I should have came with a band-aid
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| Can’t assume, she came by herself, cause she telling you
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| That she lonely
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| Can’t assume, she just texting you
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| Cause she message you on that phone G
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| Can’t assume that she squeaky clean
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| Cause she let you see her get soapy
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| Can’t assume she came to see you
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| Courtside, and not to see Kobe
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| You can’t mess around with my homie
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| And turn around and rub on me
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| And tell your friends that I’m not the truth
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| Cause I didn’t wanted to get cozy
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| Holy Ma-tri-mony, with my cash Theres never adultery
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| Cause the same girl that’s laying on your chest
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| Will try to double cross you like rosaries
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| See I’m just sticking to the G code
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| I’m just worried bout me code
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| Soon as I see that she see through
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| I ain’t looking through the peep hole
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| I won’t pay for no peep show
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| I’m just trying to get deep dough
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| And than beat them beats up on beast mode
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| So you can watch them copy like Kinko’s
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| I know plenty G’s that do dope deals
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| And millionaires that got more mills
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| Smart enough to not give it up
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| To every pretty woman in heaux heels
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| I can’t give her no dough still
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| Her friends is saying I’m so trill
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| Killing y’all with my vogue wheels
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| And that’s what the hell I call road kill
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| Ok, be careful who you let kiss ya
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| Cause you know a player won’t miss ya
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| Just gonna ex you out of the picture
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| No lie, no lie, no lie
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| No lie, no lie, no lie
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| Say you know what I’ll do
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| I’ma tell that ho goodbye
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| I’ma tell that ho goodbye
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| When I know she ain’t true
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| I’ma tell that ho goodbye
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| I’ma tell that ho goodbye
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| Girl you know that we through
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| I’ma tell that ho goodbye
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| I’ma tell that ho goodbye
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| Yeah I’m talking bout you
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| I’ma tell that ho goodbye
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| Girl you know I stay fly as hell
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| Chicken heads that
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| All the birds are fly down south
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| So I’m still the man with that clientele X 2
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| I’ma tell that ho goodbye
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| I’m still the man with that clientele
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| I’ma tell that ho goodbye
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| I’m still the man with that clientele
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| I think you’re better off by yourself
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| I might go and purchase your broad a skirt
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| And let her get a new bra & shirt
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| And take your chick to my concert
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| And then let her get her star search
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| These just the same as these other rappers
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| We know it’s sweeter than starburst
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| I might throw a bone in your broad purse
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| I’ma eat with my dogs first
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| Big dog without any bark
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| I got plenty bite and know plenty sharks
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| Hit the lake and pull out the boat
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| And have chickens flocking like Noahs Arch
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| Know your work then know your part
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| Know your work then know your part
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| Not attracted to any chicks that know every player
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| That’s known to start
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| Hold up, I can’t be caught in no twister
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| I hope you’re fine as your sister
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| Cause if not I’m prolly gonna switch ya
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| No lie, no lie, no lie
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| I’ma tell that ho goodbye
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| I’ma tell that ho goodbye
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| Be on your way |