Man, I am so sick and tired of you free loadin off me.
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And what the hell is that smell?
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Did you just...
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Man, you are so uhhh
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Boy you stressin me,
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You need to just get up out my house
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And be impressin me,
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And buy me things,
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Why I'm always buyin you this,
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Buyin you that,
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I don't never see you give nuttin back
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You need ta get a job,
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Or atleast walk the dog,
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Can't even do something so simple
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Like just get hard,
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So please don't cry,
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Baby dry your eyes,
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Mamas gonna throw you out no surprise
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[Chorus: x2]
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I'm not ya suga mama,
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Go get a job,
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I'm not ya suga mama,
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Go get a job,
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I'm not ya suga mama,
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Go get a job,
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Trick!
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Betta get up off my shit
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First you were cool,
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Fine like a motha fucka,
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Now you a scrub,
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Nuttin but a blood sucka,
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Thought you was a dime,
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You a waste of time,
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All you wanna do is eat, fuck and recline,
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Ya need to call ya boys,
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Get ya from my spot,
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All I can get through ya is a cock block,
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So please don't cry,
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Baby dry your eyes,
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Mamas gonna throw you out no surprise
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[Chorus: x2]
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I'm not ya suga mama,
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Go get a job,
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I'm not ya suga mama,
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Go get a job,
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I'm not ya suga mama,
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Go get a job,
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Trick!
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Betta get up off my shit.
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Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
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Oh my bad,
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Was you talkin to me?
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Money money money,
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I need some mo money,
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Ugh,
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Yeah,
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Whateva
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[Chorus: x4]
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I'm not ya suga mama,
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Go get a job,
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I'm not ya suga mama,
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Go get a job,
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I'm not ya suga mama,
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Go get a job,
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Trick!
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Betta get up off my shit.
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Suga Mama
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| Tila Tequila |
