| I got into another fuckin fight with my nigga today
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| See what I’m sayin? |
| Niggas ain’t shit
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| Especially them project niggas
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| For real, peep those niggas right there
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| What you mean?
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| That nigga right there, that six foot night right there
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| Tossin his fuckin nines like he’s the Don
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| Nah, nah, nah, shorty right there
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| Girlfriend, what you did was wrong
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| Baby my love is still strong
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| On some King Kong ding-dong
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| Never celebate, never souflan
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| Poppi kin, poppi wardrobe king
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| Suck her G-spot, and you know she so hot
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| She said she love me a lot
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| Remedy, she told me she drop
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| Fuck her so hard, all outdoors
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| Pussy is mines and plus yours
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| Didn’t mean to turnin em out, turnin em on
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| Stetched out in front the next girl house
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| BB dick out, Remedy, slash Cappadon'
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| Slash pardon me for turnin you on
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| Turnin you on
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| Girlfriend
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| BB conduct, BB conduct, BB conduct
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| Didn’t mean to turn you on
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| BB conduct, BB conduct, BB conduct
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| Check that yo, fuck what he thinks
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| You know the pussy bleeds and stinks
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| Buy ya tranked out, blanked out, all crazy in pink
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| I seen the pussy kill the best of men and take down kings
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| Fuck material things, fuck ya phat diamonds rings
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| Men do lifetime bids for this, 2 lips hit the clitoris
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| Inconspicous, hit with Syphilis, ridiculous
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| One gash, came between the man and the stash
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| Half his cash, sucker for love ass
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| Souflan, no doubt, was never in the plan
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| Ball-and-chain, pussywhipped man can’t understand
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| It’s like the Cappadon said
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| MCF means you thinkin with ya head
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| If you thinkin with ya dick son, ya might get sick
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| Cuz when it comes to the piece son, ain’t shit for free
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| Either pay for every piece of it or start a family
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| Now all rise and eyes on the prize of this song
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| And if I did I never meant the girl to turn you on
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| Sellin ya gold, sellin ya soul
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| You crossed out, and crossed over
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| Gold digga and Hilfiger, booster and strippa
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| Flip on a nigga too quicka
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| Projects, is what I deal wit
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| Cold-hearted chicks catch on fast
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| Twist they ass, take more cash, and more crack
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| Tishy on the block, like bitches never do that
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| I protect females that fuck me on the first night
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| Bitin my spray nozzel, see Goines
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| Turnin y’all ladies, off and on, popcorn
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| Freddy Kruger, thoughts of how I’m gon' do ya
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| Ya mind all screwed up, BB conduct
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| All of y’all girls are outta luck
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| Takin too long, givin ya shit up
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| BB conduct, BB conduct, BB conduct, BB conduct
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| Chorus to fade w/ variations
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| Turn you on. |