[Intro]
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No...fuck the bitches, fuck all the stank-ass hoes, all my
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niggas know...Junior Mafia click, Gucci Don, you know how we play.
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Fuckin' skanless-ass bitches. You know how it go Boots...I
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meet a bitch, fuck a bitch, next thing you know you fuckin'
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the bitch. You just pass it around and shit, pass the shit like
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a cold and shit. Fuck'em.
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[Verse 1]
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Now when I'm fuckin' those Jen I'm invincible
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Don't love no hoe, that's my priciple
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'cause uh, bitches come (and uh) bitches go
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That's why I get my nut and I be out the fuckin' door
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(You know) they might be the one to set me up
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Wanna get their little brother to wet me up
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That's why I tote Tecs and stuff to get'em off my case
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Just in case the little fucker ends up misplaced
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I don't give a bitch enough to catch the bus
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and when I see the semen I'm leavin'
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Bitches be schemin', I kid ya not
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That's why I keep my windows locked and my Glock cocked
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One hoe said, "Big, why you so hard on us?
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Why you swear all bitches are so scandalous?"
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Thug nigga 'til the end, tell a friend bitch
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'cause when I like ya, then ya go and fuck my friend bitch
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(And you know that ain't right)
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[Chorus]
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You know that ain't right
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With a friend of mine [x4]
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[Verse 2]
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You see, I don't sweat these hoes
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I keep'em in flavours like Timbo's and Jibbo's
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Bitches just like to play the Mary though
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(Yeah we know, drop the scenario)
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It was me, Dee, the MPV
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The blunts and brew thang, knockin' some Wu-tang
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M-E-T-H-Oh shit, look at them lips and them hips on that bitch
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Dee hit the dip, so I can drop my mackadocious shit
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Light the blunt clip, and recognize a pimp
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Needless to speak, the Gee's obsolete
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Don't sleep! Banged the skins in a week
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On the creep up the avenue
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I seen her on the block, who she rappin' to?
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That's my nigga Dee, damn he got Gee
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Now she fuckin' him and fuckin' me, see
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You know that ain't right
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[Repeat chorus]
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[Verse 3]
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Uh...now I play her far like a moon play a star
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She still sweat me hard 'cause I'm a rap star
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I be cruisin' up the block, I be passin' her
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Pimpin' hard with the female passenger
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And the only time I call her to hang
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Is when me and Dee blunted up, pissy, schemin' on a gang-bang
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She should've used her intuition
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Then she wouldn't be classified in that position, listen
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She's sayin' I dissed her 'cause I'm fuckin' her sister
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A message to the fellas, that really gets'em pissed, uh
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But she started that fuckin' family
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She fucked my man Dee, so why she mad at me?
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Plus your sister look better than you
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Give head better than you, pussy get wetter than you
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So break the fuck out like a rash
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I'm glad I ain't spend no cash to hit your nasty ass
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Friend Of Mine
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Notorious Big |