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If a ****** don't like me |
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Somethin' wrong with the ****** (****** that ******) |
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Why... oh why... why... you wanna ****** with me now? |
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Yo Dave, that *******t come with the game baby, the money, you know |
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thats how the *******t work, you know what I'm sayin' |
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they supposed to love me now baby |
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I'm doin' it now baby |
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hahahaha |
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[Chorus] |
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Girl, what makes you wanna ****** with me now? |
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I've been wantin' to ****** wit' you for quite a while |
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Is the money makin' you wanna ****** with me? |
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The money gonna make you sell your soul |
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[Verse One] |
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Whoa... if money's gonna make me slam these hoes... then alright |
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Whattup Shorty, I ain't seen you in many moons |
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talk to me, how's life been treatin' you? good I hope |
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you got a smile that only a fool would forget |
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and a figure that'll leave a ****** droolin' and *******t |
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There I was, kickin' my game, pickin' her brain |
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buggin' 'cause a while back I met this ****** on the train |
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she wasn't feelin' me, I pulled up, she wouldn't talk from the whip |
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Uptown girl, she feel like thats some chickenhead *******t |
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but on the sidewalk we ain't play games |
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we exchanged numbers and names |
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I went back to the Range |
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I heard her Girlfriend whisperin' 'I know that ******, he rich' |
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she think I got six whips 'cause me and my Man switch |
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anyway, her name is CeCe |
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she said she go to BMCC |
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push a '98 328 with chrome BB's |
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she said she seen me in the Onyx video on TV |
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she liked my part the best, man, this ****** is tryin' to G me. |
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[Chorus] |
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[Verse Two] |
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It's hard as Hell to find a Girl thats really down for ya |
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type that'll hold down the Tre pound for ya |
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they into diamonds now, to Hell with pearls |
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these trick ******s ****** up, they done gave 'em the World |
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Hey Shorty, why you like me? huh? you like the way I spit? |
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oh, I hit your girlfriend, she told you 'bout the ******? |
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nah for real, am I the type that you wanna roll wit'? |
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platinum iced out, got rid of that gold *******t |
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I love my lifestyle, you too, you love it |
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that I could blow Twenty Thousand and think nothin' of it |
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know you wouldn't ****** with me if I had no ends |
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probably wouldn't ****** in the whip if it wasn't a Benz |
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I guess life looks different through them Shanel tints |
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Man, I don't care if these hoes love me or not |
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long as I rhyme hot I'm gettin' head in my drop |
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it goes on and on and on and it don't stop. |
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[Chorus] |
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[Verse Three] |
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One thing you can always count on is change |
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and a rich ****** to come put *******t in the game |
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had a 4.0 then Jigga made you trade your Range |
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would've felt broke if you couldn't get your change |
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now it's hard to find us or stay behind us |
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while we on the 900 double R Hondas |
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watch the cats who flip bricks recline in the latest whips |
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while Penetentiaries stay packed with cats who sling packs |
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all these hoes ain't Madonna fans but all across the World |
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you can find a material Girl |
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I sip Dom 'till I earl |
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take 'em two at a time |
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quick I get in they mind |
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have 'em thinkin' they mine |
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bust off then tell 'em 'Bust a Uey, on mo' time' |
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I'm like the reason ya'll ******s can't eat this year |
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got your ****** breakin' her neck to peep this here |
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c'mon... uh huh... c'mon |
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[Chorus - repeat 2X] |
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****** you ******! leave me alone, walk on... get the ****** on... |
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Yo, Shorty... tell your friends ya'll ain't ******' with us... |
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aww man... look... he ain't mean that *******t... |
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c'mon thats just records... ******s is playin'... |
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we wasn't serious and *******t... |
