[Chorus]
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I know lately that we ain't did much
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But on my mama girl I promise
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I'ma make that up
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I know you sick of all these bitches
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Wit deze rumors and lies
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But however against the weather
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You gon always be mine
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And I'ma stretch my time we gon make thangs rite
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No mo layin between tha sheets by yo self at nite
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And I'ma beat that pussy up beat that pussy up
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Girl I'ma beat that pussy up until you holla that's enough
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[Verse 1]
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I walked outside look I'm tired of this mane
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My cutie in tha yard wit my draws in her hand
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My girl looked at me n said
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"YOU DOG ASS NIGGA FINNA PUT THIS KNIFE N YO MUFUCKIN LIVER"
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I couldnt say shit had to leave the house
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She punched me in my shit all I did is walked off because I'm wrong
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But 2nite when she go home I'ma keep callin her phone
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Til she let me lay that bone (fuck that shit)
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My otha bitch done put me on child support
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My nigga on tha run slip don got on that dope
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I need to fuck some bad I got some pressure built up
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So tha next thang I fuck she gone get extra ripped up
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I looked up to god n told em fix this shit(u gotta fix this shit)
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I got j-lo at home I need my bitch
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Look 3 n the mornin girl still hangin up the phone she answer
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Bring yo nasty ass home (girl I'm on my way home)
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 2]
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Now this next time this bitch hit me on my chirp line
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Boosie how my mouth was
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Im right on side my fuckin girl
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Oh let them hoes suck on my shit
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I told her no she sucked be but he just played like he was me
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She got quiet 4 a minute I kissed ha on tha neck
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I played wit that pussy and I got my girl wet
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She said I luv yo black ass I say'd I luv you 2
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Another bitch done hit me up boosie wat do it do
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She grabbed my phone who is this hoe hung up
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She broke my shit thew out all my doja n shit had a nigga mo sick
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Damn wat I done did
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She like boosie you ain't gon neva c yo muthafuckin kids
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I told ha that I'm sorry I'm tired of lyin
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Tired of seein my girl cryin
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Need a second thrid chane please don't get anotha man
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Been months since I took you out always n that fuckin soft
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I wanna beat that pussy up please don't put a nigga out
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3]
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Now lately er'body been trippin me you & dem children
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Er'body been slippin
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We gone keep it real lets get it rite lets have a dinner girl candle lite (shit)
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That'll be nice but tha ice ain't make it happen
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Tha price ain't make it happen but it wasnt all that it was hoes who brought tha maddness
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Usedto laugh wit each otha now we mad at each otha
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In tha bed we used to cudddle now I barely even fuck her
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And every time you gone I be thinkin of you
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Got my thang rock hard gurl I'm fiendin for you
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And we 1st met it was right on time you was bonniei was clyde
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Gurl you down to ride please nigga I'm yo ride or die
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Thats wat I like to hear whisper softly in my ear
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Lets take'm to tha bank like segol on hard to kill
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All these years down tha drain
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Im 75% wrong i'll neva change but I'm workin to get betta mane
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[Chorus]
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Boosie bad ass on tha track nigga
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Mouse on tha beat
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Its more than beautiful baby
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Believe that but I gotta holla at you
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We gotta go baby cause on my way ho
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Beat It Up
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Lil' Boosie |