| Damn, damn, ma, we ain’t even have to go through it like that
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| It wasn’t even, even that big, man
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| You know, nah, it’s ight though
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| But anyway, yo, let me get that coat
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| Let me get those jeans, and let me get that rock on your finger
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| Oh, it’s stuck? |
| Then I’ll take the whole finger than, man
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| Let me get those bags from Paris, and the puppies is staying, yo Come through the block, in the brand new Benz
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| Knowing that me and this dude ain’t friends
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| (Ok girl) Yeah, what I did was wack
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| But you don’t get your man back like that
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| Flossin’around, when I’m up in these streets
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| Knowing that me and this dude got beef
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| (Ok girl) Yo, what I did was wack
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| But you don’t get your man back like that, no Aiyo, I should just bark on you, burn your car on you
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| Cuz I’m too much man, to leave a mark on you
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| You’se a bird you know that, giving that man
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| Ten points, like he about to blow that
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| He probably did, you swallow his kids?
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| In and out of jail, he a snail, he wasn’t wilding on bids
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| In the summertime, I broke his jaw, had to do it, to him
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| Quick, old fashion, in the back of the mall
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| Me and him had 'mos forever, like I’m supposed to put him on When he came home and told on Trevor
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| Had to bang on homey, ear blocks, out in spots
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| Throwing them shots, like 'sucker, you know me'
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| Stop fronting for them people out, side like you really ride
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| And you a silly chick, thought you was really live
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| But I guess I was wrong, I’mma holla at dog, and rip his head off word to his
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| bond
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| Aiyo, I thought we was iller than that, all them kisses
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| And love yous, when jake came, you hid my packs
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| It was time a brother went to war, vests banged up Staining in the kitchen, yo, holding a four
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| Sweatin’and breathing, bounced out of town for a weekend
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| Heard you had homey in the passenger seating
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| Honey, look, I’m a monster don, I do monster things
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| That’s why I put your ass under my arm
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| Messing with him can bring bodily harm
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| And where you gonna hide in the streets when the body is gone
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| If it’s one thing I learned that, never trust a female
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| On no scale, you just confirmed that
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| Bounce to your momma house, pack your shit
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| I don’t care if you crying, you’se a ruthless chick
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| Gots to watch you, these eyeballs in my face’ll spot you
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| My girl cousins, they gon’rock you
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| Shorty what is you thinking bout
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| Didn’t I put you down
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| Flyest whips, rollin’round like yea
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| That’s the bosses chick, on the side
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| I might of had, one or two
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| Them silly broads wasn’t nothing on you
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| Rolling with him, try’nna get revenge
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| That’s what you just don’t do
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| I’m a good dude, you see… yeah…
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| Females out there that wanna be Acting like they getting they little revenge off
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| Taking it further than what it really is You know what I mean, playing yourself.
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| Nahwhatimean… this is Don status, girl
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| You will have to hold that now. |