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Now here's a little story I got to tell
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'bout them three muthafuckas from ATL
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Cutty Cartel, Shawty Pimp, and Mr. Mo
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Jim Crow make them hoes drop they close to the floor
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Chorus [Mr. Mo and Polow(Shawty Pimp)] x2
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You know that hoe you know that hoe
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I know that hoe I know that hoe
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You know that hoe
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We know the same ass lame ass hoe
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[Polow]
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Well let me tell yall bout this girl I met at mall
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She had a caramel skin stood bout six feet tall
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Her eyes were brown hair natural no weave
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I wanted to do her so I pursued her call ????
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I said excuse me baby goddamn what's your name
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She said Alottavagina I just flew in from Spain
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I said what's going down she said I'm downtown
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I got a room at the Embassy plus a fifth of Crown
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Now this I can't resist temptation got me gone
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Just like the rest of the bottle now I'm ready to bone
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Oh I don't make it gone nobody that I frapp
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Now if I ever need assistance hit that nigga Flap
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Now back to Alotta shawty I knew I got her
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Cause when I went up in her deep she was screaming papa
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I made her touch herself then made her lick her finger
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Her brain numb got her sprung just like Jerry Springer
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You know this hoe
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Chorus
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[Cutty Cartel]
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I think it's Lacey she just moved in from Ontario
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Her and her partners was at the Hefa 'bout a week ago
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Me and Mr. Mo wanted Hen dog straight
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Open face in her mouth wonder what she about
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She decided to speak ask my name and shit
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Playboy bunny ain't this funny
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Oh this hoe is so thick
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That cutty buddy tight jeans with the bra to match
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Telling me she wanted me to fuck her straight from the back
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Slap that ass grab her hair she just don't care
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Flip her over beat them guts now she gasping for air
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Grabbed a towel cleaned herself we burned down a dub
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And it will be the same thang next week at the club
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You know this hoe
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Chorus
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[Mr. Mo]
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I saw this fine young slimie
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Said to myself I hope she user friendly
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Since I got a buzz off the Golden Grain
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It ain't no thang we can run a train
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I'm Mr. Mo I play these ladies like a card game
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I see you 50 and raise you two hoes
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Church girls strip they dress clothes behind closed doors
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But when the door roll up ???? the plot thickens
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Snatch your paper while you slipping better watch chicken
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They try to play you like you dumb but I'm a step ahead
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I beat a Puerto Rican drum ??????
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They get friendly after three blunts over Remy
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After I poke I send them home without a penny
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Now stupid is what stupid does
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You shoulda known what it was traded your love for sex
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Now you love the sex
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I shake hoes strip em down like Meiko
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They can't say no
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Nigga you know that hoe
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Chorus
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[Polow]
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Stop let me tell you 'bout this girl that I knock
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Come to find she get around like Pac
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Good thang that I wore my sock
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My rubber my peanut cover
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My boy say this nigga cut her
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Now shit thick as peanut butter
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Cause I'm starting to think I love her
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Maybe the head went to my head
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Maybe my pimping flaw
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Cause ???? ain't supposed to go on emotional see saw
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Hit the mall we ball we play
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When I called your dawg she say
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You gone you ain't home probably out on a date
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She hate
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I know you there I hear you in the background
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But I don't care no more I don' cut you up and back down
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??? back in town we spending time again
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I asked you bout my homeboy partner [Oh he's just a friend]
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Then you got on the bed and gave me some head and everythang
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And what I thought was love was nut it left when I came
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Oh yes she had some game
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She stood 'bout six four [Oh you talking 'bout her?]
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I ain't gon' say her name but yall know this hoe
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Chorus x2
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I know You Know
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| Jim Crow |
