Yo
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Was on your mind?
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Can't stop thinkin about that tramp
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All day, dreamin about havin sex with da bieatchhhhh
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Quit cho girlfriend for a slut
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I know you love dat tramp
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Verse 1: Too $hort
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You know it shows
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Da way you love her
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Da way you touch her
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You wanna fuck her all da time
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Was on your mind
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Can't shake da thought
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You feel like she's your soulmate
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Can't wait to walk down da aisle wit da tramp
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It's true love cause she's da only one your thinkin of
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You don't care about da dick she suck
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You gonna miss her
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Ask no questions
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Just turn kiss her
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She's everything you looking for, in a woman
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Wake up early in da mornin
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And give you sumpthin
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That's more pleasure than material wealth
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You can't feel that good all by yourself
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Let alone the last bitch you had was kinda frigid
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Couldn't get on top and she didn't lick dick
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Well now you got a bitch that? like to lick your ass
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Take you out to dinner and she give you some cash
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There's only one flaw
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You know she ain't faithful
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You still tryin to stick to the tramp like a staple
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I ain't mad at you
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I fucked befo'
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You done slipped up and got you a real good ho
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I know god damn well, it's you life
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Why you tryin to turn a ho into a house wife
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She's just a cum freak (oooooooooooooooo)
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Let you shoot it on her face (oooooooooooooooooo)
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Do it on da first day (oooooooooooooooooooo)
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She's gotta have dat taste
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I know you love her
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Chorus
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I know you love her ( I know you love her)
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But she's a tramp bitch ( She's a tramp bieatch)
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I know you love her ( I know you love her)
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But she's a tramp bitch (Tramp bitch, tramp bitch)
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Verse 2: Slink Capone
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Well she can suck my dick
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And it break jaw
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Had em ho's
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Love it when I nut in there face
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Cause they say it taste like ?????
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Take off da draws
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Let da homies hit
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Ain't no future in ya front
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Cause youze a freak and you won't admit it
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Sittin in da passanger seat
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Lookin pretty
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Your attuitude is shitty
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But all I wanna do is kill a kitty
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Oh, you wanna free ride?
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Bitch get your ass out
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You can keep on walkin til you get to hot and pass out
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When we was at you mama's house your hand was on my leg
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Makin my dick rise up
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Now I'm ready to fuck
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But you insist on makin a nigga wish for it
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Takin shit for it
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But girl I ain't goin to spend a brick for it
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One thing you gotta doooooo
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To be a G like meeeee
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Be down to make them bitches catch that RTD
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Bitches be fakin
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Suckin dick or videotapin
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When they hear about the money you makin they yellin way
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But you can fuck, fight and hitchhike
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I know you love her (I know you love her)
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Too Short
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That? right
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Ain't givin no bitches no kind of slack
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(Because she's a tramp bieatchh)
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Verse 3: Too Short
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You know it ain't nothin wrong
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Whats goin on
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As long as you ain't mad when she don't come home
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Cause baby ain't frontin
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And that? how it is
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You gotta get use to sharin your bitch
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If you had another girl, you knew she wouldn't care
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But ain't tryin to be no ice cold playa
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Sayin stupid shit, like take me car
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She hit the next nigga house and go make him hard
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Fuck him real good cause she's gotta have it
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Men can't resist her cause shes a bad bitch
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Fell in love wit her, your not da first
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Face in her thighs
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Can't stop the thirst
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She could be worse
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Get back wit your first
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Her pussy's so dead you could ride it in a hearse
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Only missionary style
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You can't get wild
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She's the kind of woman that could have your child
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But there ain't no turnin around
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Your posted like a lamp
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Nigga fucked around and fell in love wit a tramp
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Face lit like a bug, everytime you see her
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She takin off her clothes and you can't wait to eat her
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So good, you wanna stay wit da freak
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If you could you would fuck her every day of da week
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I know you love her (ooooooooooooooooo)
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But you can't stay naked (oooooooooooooo)
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Gotta keep this kinda shit in the right perspective
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Chorus
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Verse 4: Slink Capone
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Uh, don't act like you don't want to lick me
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Pretendin youze da bomb
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Me and da homies had you gone off a 40 ounce of mickeys and a bag of
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dirtweed
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That's all I got |