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Uh, y'know, uh, boogie brown, uh |
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How you expect me to love you, nigga |
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Can't even trust you, uh |
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So he played you, right? |
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Shot a little game then he blazed you, right? |
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Talkin' 'bout he was gon' make you wife then make you right |
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And the last you seen was his car break lights |
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He fooled you girl, pussy is power, let me school you girl |
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Don't get up off it 'till he move you girl |
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And let no playin' nigga rule your world and screw you girl |
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I got 'em hatin' me, i throws the pussy down, keep 'em chasin' me |
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Basically, nigga's game a lie, so bet i game back |
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And make the nigga' think that i came alive |
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And i change the plot, when we was at jacob |
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That chain was hot, is he on or what? |
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Nigga cop the broach in the double r |
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And you got the notes, so i know you not broke, nigga |
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[total & foxy] |
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1 - (i ain't fuckin' wit' you) |
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I can't rock with you no more |
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(you and your bullshit) |
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(how can i love you) |
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(can't even trust you) |
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(i ain't fuckin' wit' you) |
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I can't rock with you no more |
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(cut the bullshit) |
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(how can i love you |
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(can't even trust you) |
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I got 'em mad at fox, 'fore i let a nigga just stab the box |
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I gotta have some rocks, even then |
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All i do is get they asses high, then i ask them |
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When was the last time you had some twat? |
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Put 'em right in his place, saw him right down |
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Shake it right in his face, you like the waist? |
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By the way baby boy, would you like a taste? |
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Let me tell you what i need on those license plates |
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"property of mohogany brown", standin' knock-kneed |
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On the balcony while you knock me down |
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Ya'll wanna break me off without cakin' me off? |
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Then expect the bitch to be faithfull to y'alls |
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The next nigga copin' me bags straight from dior |
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Prada shoes, that's the bomb straight outta milan |
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And i'm about that money, no need to pretend |
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Why don't you holla at me when you ready to spend |
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Repeat 1 |
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You got as much, you game's y'all |
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And i can spit it nigga, same as y'alls, same shoes, same cars |
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Ain't like a chick ain't bawlin' herself |
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Can you give me mo', then i'm holding myself |
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I ain't tryin' to trip on no dick |
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I ain't tryin' to have no cat laid up in my shit |
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Had the next bitch layed up in my six? |
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Gigglin', dizzy as shit, is it sick? |
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I'm what a nigga would love to have |
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Chick with her own, nice tits, nice ass |
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Nice attitude, even though i'm ice bad |
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He was still quite fast, you like the wife style |
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Cuz you know that i come out ready to dumb out |
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In house shoes, slippers, put it down for my niggas |
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And i ain't goin' front, i'm about my end, so |
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Holla at me when you ready to spend |
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Repeat 1 |
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Repeat 1 |
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[total] |
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I can't rock you, no more |
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Say it again, say it again |
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I can't rock you, no more |
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Say it again, say it again |
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Say it again, say it again |
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I can't rock you, no more |
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I can't rock you, no more |
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Say it again, say it again |
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Say it again, say it again |
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I can't rock with you no more |
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Say it again, say it again |
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I can't rock with you no more |
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Say it again, say it again |
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I can't rock with you no more |