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You, what's up girl? Ain't gotta ask it |
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I dead 'em all now, I buy the caskets |
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They should arrest you or whoever dressed you |
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Ain't gon' stress you but I'ma let you know |
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Girl, you be killin' 'em, you be killin' 'em |
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Girl, you be killin' 'em, you be killin' 'em |
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Girl, you be killin' 'em, you be killin' 'em |
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Girl, you be killin' 'em, you be killin' 'em |
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You ain't gotta worry about her, shorty |
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Straight been chasing her for 2 days, first 48 |
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A bad bitch cost, she worth every cent |
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She look like the best money that I ever spent |
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Just watching my cutie pie get beautified |
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Make me want better jewels, a newer ride |
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Louis Vuitton shoes, she got too much pride |
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Her feet are killing her, I call it shoe-icide |
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Looking good has its sacrifices |
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Chilly weather bring 4 figure jacket prices |
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Her body nice, face dime |
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Give you that iPhone 4, face time |
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Shorty in the streets, still handle the home |
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Enough class for wine, still handle Patron |
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When them other hoes call, I hand her the phone |
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And she hand 'em the tone |
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You what's up, girl? Ain't gotta ask it |
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I dead 'em all now, I buy the caskets |
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They should arrest you or whoever dressed you |
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Ain't gon' stress you but I'ma let you know |
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Girl, you be killin' 'em, you be killin' 'em |
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Girl, you be killin' 'em, you be killin' 'em |
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Girl, you be killin' 'em, you be killin' 'em |
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Girl, you be killin' 'em, you be killin' 'em |
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Yeah, I know that's what they all says |
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She gotta donkey with a Juan Valdez |
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Keep it clean, cut like bald heads |
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Been playin' with that green long as Paul Pierce |
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So you gotta ball harder than them ball players |
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All she wanna know is there a mall near us |
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Can't fault her, the last nigga spoiled her |
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But he ain't beat it up, I assault her |
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Should've seen her come to me when I called her |
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Slow strut like she walking to the altar |
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Hand bag on her arm cost four bills |
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And she ain't gotta beg, borrow or steal |
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Often imitated, never duplicated |
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They say she a dime, I say she underrated |
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I just met her so the next solution |
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Dead my old chick, execution |
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You, what's up, girl? Ain't gotta ask it |
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I dead 'em all now, I buy the caskets |
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They should arrest you or whoever dressed you |
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Ain't gon' stress you but I'ma let you know |
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Girl, you be killin' 'em, you be killin' 'em |
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Girl, you be killin' 'em, you be killin' 'em |
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Girl, you be killin' 'em, you be killin' 'em |
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Girl, you be killin' 'em, you be killin' 'em |
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Had to let you know |
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All the ladies |
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(To all the ladies) |
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I'd like to congratulate you |
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Congratulations |
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And you just came from the gym clothes |
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In a fitted cap and some Timbo's |
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And a pair of flats, well trimmed toes |
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Camera in the mirror, BBM Pose |
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Still killin' 'em hoes |
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You still killin' 'em hoes |
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You still killin' 'em hoes |
