[talking:]
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(hello), man Keisha what's the deal
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I been blowing up your pager, and calling your phone all day
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Why you ain't hit me back, (boy do not call me no mo')
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[Hook:]
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Say you don't love her, stop lying
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Cause when you heard a playa hit, bitch you start crying
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But damn you supposed to be a playa, and if you don't love her why you care
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Man I know it's cold, but it's fair
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[Lil' O:]
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I hopped out the Lex coupe, looking way too cute
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Boppers asking who is that, hit you sure to who
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But god damn he got loot, look at all them diamonds
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Girl peep them shoes Gucci, yeah that boy is shining
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So if you guess I'm a baller, lil' mama you fucking right
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And tell your friend to holla, cause we fucking tonight
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I got a suite at the Double Tree, we could blow a sweet and sip bubbly
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Hop into the sheets, and bum ugly
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I'm straight to the point girl, it's the thug in me
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If your man said he seen you leave, say it wasn't me
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She said who is he, well my man ain't bout shit
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He mess with other broads, and he ain't even rich
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Cause ain't you Lil' O, from from off of Braeswood block
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Fat Rat Wit Da Cheeze, can't stop won't stop
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The one who be balling, in a Lex and a drop
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When he hear that you hit, it's gon really run him hot
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[Hook x2]
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[Lil' O:]
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I said, baby how that sound
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He can't be a playa, chasing you around town
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Yeah I know you jazzy, and your body going down
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But ain't no bra work me busting rounds, or even trying to clown
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Cause all I wanna do with you, is have a lil' fun
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And I ain't even tripping, he can have you when I'm done
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If you think I'm trying to cuff you, baby boo I ain't the one
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Now jump up in the Lex, so I can jump up in your buns
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She said let's jet, now what's next
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Freaky hot sex, like we from the projects
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She licked me from my toes, to me neck then I wrecked
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But here comes her man, with the plex
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Cause now the sucker blow a baby up, on a cellular phone
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Saying where you at, better get your ass home
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I know you with a nigga, cause I heard from Tyrone
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When I see you I'ma whoop you, until old daddy's home
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[Hook x2]
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[Lil' O:]
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Man it's boys, out of line
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He gon make me act a fool, and hit him with the nine
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Swearing he a playa, but he hating on my shine
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The way you be cuffing broads, it should be a crime can't you see are you blind
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She don't want you no more, put her ass in G
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(man you knocked my gal down), why you asking me
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(man where are y'all at), we sipping dackeries
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Eating steak, at the Cheesecake Factory
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That's how a playa do it, can you ball like that
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Hell naw lil' buster, now call her back
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And when we leave her, I'ma be all in her cat
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And if you come up here tripping, I'ma scald you black
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She gon, eat it up
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Then I'ma roll her on her stomach, then beat it up
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Then I'ma smack her on her ass, then skeet a nut
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Then I'ma drop her at your crib, playa keep the slut nigga what whoa whoa
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[Hook x2]
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Supposed Playa
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Lil' O |