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Suga Free |
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Ay check this out Quik |
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Ay man this shit tripped me out one day man |
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My Uncle told me man right, I asked him for a dollar right? |
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He said man - any of them lil' girls at yo' school? |
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Do they say they love you? Do they say they'll do anything for you? |
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I said yeah man, all the time - right? |
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He looked at me dog.. {*laughing*} |
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.. and he said, man some of 'em wasn't playin |
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Suga Free |
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Straight from my momma hoe, she said boy you betta tell that bitch to kick |
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Forget about the dick, get, turn a trick, then yell GERONIMO! |
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Suga Free, I keep it V.I. |
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If lovin the pimpin is wrong Pimpin, I don't wanna be right! |
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She said her childhood was bad - grind, tellin the pimpin |
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She got molested by her dad - all she want is attention |
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Now you want somethin else to feel though? Nigga you mean to tell me |
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you'd rather settle for apple instead of a peach? |
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Man a square bitch instead of a real hoe? Huh? What, she cool? |
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Yeah trick as long as you pay for that cocina you the mother****in fool |
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"Hey Suga Free man, you still the shit!" Ah yeah man |
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That's cause I cracks my whip a lil' bit |
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and **** 'em real hard without givin 'em no dick |
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What the hell fo'? Like you really give a **** about this dick |
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And if you did get a lil' bit you'll get lazy and let the pussy sell slow |
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*tchk* Oh brother, nine-one-one's mortician and the other |
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But **** her, she came to pay not to stay so get another |
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"Oh my gosh!" "Lil' bitch." "Make the money hoe!" |
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"On!" "Ugly-ass bitch!" "Yes honey, |
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you sho' take me to work in style!" |
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"Oh my gosh!" "Lil' bitch." "Make the money hoe!" |
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"On!" "Tell me some of that old lies of yours, |
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and make me stop thinkin about the truth!" |
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Suga Free |
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Here I go! Yo! |
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Shit they finally let the pimpin out the pen, HERE I GO! |
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Bitch what you mean wait? Yo |
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Now didn't waitin make the mother****in bread break? |
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And didn't ****in that bitch make you predictable? |
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And when you woke up in the mornin, wasn't you still broke? |
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She loves her pimp, stays dapper for him |
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If she got any dreams, you want them too |
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Take her to the county, fill out that CH-7 form |
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Nigga I ain't the mother****in sucker |
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I pop my collar everytime (?) wholeness |
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Rippin the linin up out that mother****er! |
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Bitch-ass niggaz hatin sayin, "I don't see how he do it" |
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That's cause they scared of the rules |
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Lookin for naps and no backbone to put into it |
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If I hang around NINE, MO', MOTHER****ERS, JUST, LIKE, YOU |
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I WOULD BE THE TENTH! |
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"Why don't you straighten up and get a job?" |
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"Oh my gosh!" "Lil' bitch." "Make the money hoe!" |
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"On!" "Ugly-ass bitch!" "Yes honey, |
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you sho' take me to work in style!" |
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"Oh my gosh!" "Lil' bitch." "Make the money hoe!" |
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"On!" "Tell me some of that old lies of yours, |
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and make me stop thinkin about the truth!" |
