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Yeah, yeah, yeah, you talk too much shit |
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You know niggaz always talkin bout bitches ain't shit |
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Money over bitches |
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We give all our money to the bitches any fuckin' way |
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I love my bitch, so |
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I'ma send some love out to the bitches, holla |
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Shit, here's somethin' to remember |
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When we met that day in |
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SeptemberBut, you've been gone since |
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NovemberHad to finish out yo' last college semester |
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Her major, brokerage investor |
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She probably go broke tryin' to invest her |
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Time and money in somethin that she call love' |
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Cause, she love fuckin' with thug niggaz |
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That alwasy get high and had to be drug dealers |
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Eventually, she hooked up with some hood bitches |
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The hood bitches turned her on to strippin' |
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Now the, gettin' is good and it's well understood |
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That money on the wood can make things get harder |
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Be glad I'm not a pimp, if |
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I was I'd charge ya |
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But for all that you go through, just thought |
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I'd let you know |
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Hoes need love too, |
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I'm fuckin' witchu |
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Niggaz need to read the manual |
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To separate your housewife from a hoe' |
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Cause there's no rules to this shit here |
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Am I makin' myself clear? |
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What she don't know won't hurt her y'all |
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So keep big pimpin' on the low' |
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Cause there's no rules to what |
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I doAnd I know, hoes need love too |
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You know what they say right? |
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Bitches ain't shit |
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And all men are dogs 'cause we just wanna fuck |
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Sundown to sun up, one up on a hoe |
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I might go down on the low, that's just me though |
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From L A X to |
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Heathrow, |
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I'm one of them niggaz |
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That really doesn't need no, introduction |
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When I met her she was "Girl, Interrupted" |
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Grew up became a woman not to be trusted |
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Frustrated and flustered, living amongst |
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These thieves hoes and hustlers, |
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I'm diggin what's next |
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She had a studio apartment in the projects |
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With her and her girl from |
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D.C. used to bus checks |
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And hold the coke, her niggaz ain't sold yet |
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In hopes the copes don't know about all this |
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Shit, for all that you go through |
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Just wanna let you know, hoes need love too |
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Niggaz need to read the manual |
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To separate your housewife from a hoe' |
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Cause there's no rules to this shit here |
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Am I makin' myself clear? |
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What she don't know won't hurt her y'all |
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So keep big pimpin' on the low' |
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Cause there's no rules to what |
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I doAnd I know, hoes need love too |
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Fake nails, fake breasts, fake eyes too |
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It's O four, and that's kinda what we used to |
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But you don't holla back like you used to, but |
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I ain't mad at cha |
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I'm happy for a bitch, even if |
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I can't have her |
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I remember when you was down in |
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AtlantaWorkin gentlemen's clubs and you didn't even know what a gentlemen was |
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Forty to love and |
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I wanna serve |
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That body like |
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Serena's with less curves |
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But actions speak louder than words |
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And you gettin' your money, mami every month, 15th and 1st |
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Shit could be worse, you could be in the struggle |
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Or born with no ass and have nothin' to hustle |
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Go on flex your muscle, 'cause that ain't the case is it? |
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Go on get your paper keep flossin' on these bitches' |
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Cause for all that you go through |
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Just thought |
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I'd let you know, hoes need love too, |
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I'm fuckin' witchu |
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Niggaz need to read the manual |
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To separate your housewife from a hoe' |
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Cause there's no rules to this shit here |
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Am I makin' myself clear? |
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What she don't know won't hurt her y'all |
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So keep big pimpin' on the low' |
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Cause there's no rules to what |
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I doAnd I know, hoes need love too |
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Niggaz need to read the manual |
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To separate your housewife from a hoe' |
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Cause there's no rules to this shit here |
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Am I makin' myself clear? |
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What she don't know won't hurt her y'all |
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So keep big pimpin' on the low' |
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Cause there's no rules to what |
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I doAnd I know, hoes need love too |
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Ha ha ha, yeah, |
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Rule |