[Big Moe]
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Why you got in her, why you cuffing her
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What you love in here
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[E.S.G.]
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Say Fat Rat, how you tell em
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[Chorus x2: Big Moe & (E.S.G.)]
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(what you got in her for)
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Why you got in her
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(what you hog it all for)
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(nigga what you love it all for)
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Why you cuffing her
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(man what you trusting her for)
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What you love in her
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(what you hog it all for)
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(nigga she ain't nothing but a hoe)
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[Lil' O]
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There she is she the baddest broad, she bopped up
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Or look at, her big ole butt look popped up
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Every trick in the club that look at it, they rock up
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She throwed in the Docha Cabana, she hot stuff
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But baby I don't sweat no hoes, I got bucks
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It seems like these other lil tricks, ain't got nuts
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Cause the minute you say buy me a drink, they hop up
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Saying baby what you want from the bar, huh what
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In her face like a fool, treating her like a queen
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Plus she done fucked, every nigga in the city with green
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I ain't hating on you playa, go ahead do your thing
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But a broad just like that, I would treat like a flame
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But the next thing I heard, was you bought her a ring
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Beat your partna down, cause he tried to jump in her jeans
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I be laughing at you playa, cause she just want your green
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Plus I hit the other night, cause she still on my team, man
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[Chorus x2]
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[Lil' O]
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She know all the rappers, NBA players
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NFL stars, neighborhood drug dealers
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Shot callers, ballas, anybody with ends
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You ask how you know them boys she say, oh that's my friends
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You keep believing that, I got a million dollas cash that they beating that
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And you look at you like a fool, man you eating that
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Kitty cat, loving the shit
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Then you wonder how you got, them lil bumps on your lips
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I ain't tripping man, I don't be doing all that gallon freeze and tricking man
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I just take em to the house, and be sticking man
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I can never be a fool and got a chicken man, I ain't tripping man
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But you be holding hands at the mall, buying her gifts
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And she be spending all the dough, you be supplying her with
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But when I rolled by on 20's, she was eyeing my shit
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And if I ask for the cat, ain't no denying my dick, man
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[Chorus x2]
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[Lil' O]
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Now I ain't gon lie, lil mama beautiful
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But he ain't got material, she ain't suitable
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And if you didn't have no money she'd be, like who is you
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What you trying to make a way for the real, a fool is you
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And I ain't even cool with you, but I feel pity on you
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Cause man I'm one out the ten playas, hitting your boo
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She be at my crib all the time, licking my tool
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Telling me how you a mark, straight shitting on you
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You need to rearrange your game, and them hoes that ain't worthy
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Just because she look good, that don't mean she ain't dirty
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You need to come see the light, cause your vision is blurry
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You be crying over hoes, can't no bitch ever hurt me
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These gold diggers freaks, these boppers is hoes
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You ain't 'pose to handcuff em, knock em down let em go
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And when they ask you for money, straight up let em know
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I ain't a trick you ain't my type, get your ass out my do', man
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[Chorus x2]
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[Big Moe vocalizing]
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[Lil' O & (E.S.G.)]
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What fo (what fo)
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What fo (what fo)
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What fo (what fo)
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What fo (I don't know) [x4]
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Nasty girl...
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What Fo
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Lil' O |