*featuring Juicy J
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[Chorus x2]
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No I'm not that nigga that be hugged up with you, but
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I'm tha one walkin away
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With your mouth on my nuts
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[Juicy J]
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Let's take a trip to east high
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And talk about a bitch
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Who claims she's a model
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But I think I heard she suckin dick
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Always talkin bout what she can and gonna do
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But I prefer the freaky bitch to lay me down and chill
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If a nigga see you in a hallway they all say
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Put the hoe out the house out the way
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Juicy J is the type a nigga that your hoes don't wanna dis
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White Haven target bitch
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Take a sip of my piss
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And to that other stupid bitch that go to Ferly
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With the natural curly
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Who was and giving non of that burly
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Come to my crib and maybe yet you can come to the hideout
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And let a nigga fuck it inside
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(I gotta) Come in my shorts
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Dog with gold fangs in the strip
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Searching for a girl who works at Captain Dee's
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Talkin shit who said I did nothin for her mayn
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You's a fuckin slut
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I'm not that nigga that be wit cha all hugged up
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Bitch
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[Chorus]
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[Juicy J]
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Freaky thing to these hoe's
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Think they cold
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Gold diggers
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Always on a niggaz nuts
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Always try to juice a nigga
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(Buy me this, Buy me that)
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Bitch I can't buy you jack
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But I got these
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For a broom and some Jimmy hats
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If you wanna play around and tease
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I don't want the cat
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Dropped her off
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Called up another fuckin hood rat
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This is the girl
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My nigga said had a deadly fight
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Lights took them drunk
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As the skunk comes out at night
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Creepin through Cherokee
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Real slow low key
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Standin in the driveway
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Now its time for a nigga like me
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To get the bitch to do me up
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Chew me up
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Real sweet
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Slob on the knob
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You niggaz know the master piece
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Once again
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On the hoe stroll
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Tryin to lay hoe
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To a stupid dike lookin bitch
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23 years old
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Working at Sam's Type Casino
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Maybe lady luck
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But I'm not that nigga that be with you all huged up
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[Chorus - Till Fade]
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No I'm Not Dat Nigga
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| Three 6 Mafia |
