| She keep on gettin' played like it’s recess, break her heart’s a reflex
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| She want to hit the beach, and show her titties down in Key West
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| Someone leave her crying all the time and now she finally out of Kleenex
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| Sick of dudes not givin' her the respect
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| Cause really she a genius, a CEO
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| Tryin' to be on top alone, she don’t keep them close
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| She been waitin' for the opportunity to be a boss
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| Tough bitch, probably would’ve thought she played lacrosse
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| Sick of bein' soft with her heart broken all the time
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| Want some money too, fuckin' dudes
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| And falling all in love with who, was nothin' new
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| Only coming through to bust a nut or two
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| She just need her family like the Huxtables
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| And now she on the road, left them home to takeover
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| Get rich and have her crib made over
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| But she gonna do it partyin', with her cup full
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| Ain’t gonna trust you, but she gonna fuck you
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| She wants diamonds, she wants gold
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| But she’s scared to let you get too close
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| And she’s been high and she’s been low
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| But now she finally on her own
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| And they’ve been looking
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| So they been finding
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| Cause she ain’t grinding
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| And she ain’t hiding
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| Until she finds her place back home
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| And then she’s finally all alone
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| She gonna be rich, as fuck
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| In high school they were callin' her a slut
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| But now she coming up, Louis Vuitton and Juicy on her butt
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| See the bitches that be hatin' like «What's up? |
| «Cause they ain’t doing nothing and she out here stuntin'
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| Middle finger to them hoes, all them bitches had it comin'
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| Yeah, on top of the world, she lookin' down
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| Invite you to the crib, let you look around
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| Just a fuckin' tease, tryna get your cheese
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| Invite you out to dinner, cause she want to eat for free
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| She could pay it if she wanted to, she won’t though
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| Go home, she got more dough |