[Chorus:]
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Write me bitch, I'll write you back, (uh huh)
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I'm locked off in my cell, don't act like that
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Hoe, accept my call, I'll be home in a minute to fuck ya, oh
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Write me bitch, I'll write you back (uh huh)
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I'm locked off in my cell, don't act like that
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Hoe, accept my call, I'll be home in a minute to fuck ya, oh
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What's up old girl, with your big ol' thick ass
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As for me, I'm just chillin'
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I'm waiting on my time to pass
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Right now, I'm writing ya from the hole, I got thirty days
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Can't use the phone, can't get no visits, that shit drive me crazy
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Who ya been fuckin' with since I've been locked down?
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You say nobody, but thats a lie
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Nigga prolly drown, in that pussy
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Cause anotha nigga hittin' it hoe
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But yo, it's cool, cause when you catch it yo, the hoes gets ghost
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But when you touch down, them hoes insist that they be around
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When I was back I tell ya they won't be down
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Or be down now
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Bangin' her once, sometimes I called
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I'm thinkin' bout fuckin' ya like a dog and leave ya hangin'
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You left me hangin', why I can't do the same thangin'
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Playa brawl
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Fuck ya best friend and make ya'll go to war
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Over this slim in the waist, cute in the face ass hoe
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You used to lay the hoe dick down, but I'd give it to 'em sober
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Them hoes don't know how to act
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They be goin' crazy
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Won't shake a nigga up, talkin' about they pregnant with my baby
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At least, that's what you told me
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Now you gave some other nigga the charge
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Actin' bad don't want jokes man
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[Chorus]
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Uh-huh
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My boy told me that he fucked ya and ducked ya
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And bought ya pair a jeans outta structure, ya musta
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Thought you was playin' catch back
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Might as well give all my people the pussy
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If you gon' do it like that
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Cause I can give a lully mothafuck
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If you gon' give pussy, to discos, fever with dubs
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Just keep it in the family
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Like that dark bitch Dana did
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Ya understand me?
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We ran throught that hoe, like we used to run in the Millia
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Ya best a have ya vest on, that pussy there will kill ya
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But yo, she was a down bitch
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Not the ordinary clown bitch, that like to hang around bitch
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And smoke all ya weed up
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She get a buckle just for being her
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So we get dee'd up
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And she gon' break it off soon as I hit that world
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I want the money, don't gimme no pearl, don't gimme no girl
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And if I get in touch right now I bet she jokes a nigga
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Like what?
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Like she's 'posed to nigga
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So won't ya
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[Chorus]
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My fo-sho bitch
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She got me sick
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She way outta town gettin' full of that dick
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She's not jossin' me
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But I know, one mothafuckin' thing I throw that hoe
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She's comin' back, like a boomerang
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But, I'm gon' duck and dodge her
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Lookin' for some overshore pussy
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If I ever get caught in this situation, nig, she gon' joss with me
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Until I let it go
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She be a head over heel hoe
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Behind who?
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Behind Soulja Slim
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I wrote this rap for the niggaz doin' time
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But they supposed to be your lady on they mothafuckin' mind, now
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You know a hoe gon' be a hoe
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And a nigga gon' be a nigga
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For sho so how ya figure?
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That your old lady keepin' it tight
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She told ya that she loved ya on the phone, and just got fucked last night
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Now how I know that self explanatory shits
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Elementary hoes been gettin' full of that dick soon as that nigga touch the
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pennitentary
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At random, cause I done slammed to say my man in jail
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Bitch I can't tell, cause you ain't give me the pussy yet
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And I'ma vet
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I got some violent conversation
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And I'ma hit because them tits a mothafucker
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Well, why don't you, hook a nigga up, yeah?
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Write me bitch, I'll write you back
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I'm locked off in my cell, don't act like that
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Yeah, think about a nigga, yeah, yeah, yeah
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Write me bitch, I'll write you back
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I'm locked off in my cell, don't act like that
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[fade till end]
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Wright Me
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Soulja Slim |