(Verse)
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Yeah, don't act because you can't stop it,
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Your woman and jump out a pocket,
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Looking at my rings and my watches
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She so off the chain, somebody call to locksmith
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Shit, that your girl you better get er mane
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Before I leave I¡¯m just motherfuckin with er mane
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One minute I was kissing taking pictures mane,
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Next she forgot that she was even with your man, damn
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Y'all was a cute couple,
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Just because I hit that don't mean that she don't love you,
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Hate to bring trouble to your world,
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But the height spit it quick, duffle bag your girl,
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I didn't even try, but she was in the club fucking me with her eyes
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I get her to the crib, she fucking me in my..
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She ain't gonna leave, til me and my niggas tired
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(Hook)
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Yeah, she must like something I'm doing,
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She having thoughts of us screwing,
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She got a boyfriend, she ridin next to him
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But every time he turn his back she lookin'
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Every time he turn his back she lookin'
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Every time he turn his back she lookin'
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Every time he turn his back she lookin'
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Every time he turn his back she lookin'
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(Verse)
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Chyeah, boo snatcher, happy home breaker upper,
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Home boy I make life tougher,
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For Simpson, fake pimps and handcuffers,
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Type of niggas that smashed once and say they love her
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Haha, I laugh at y'all,
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Go ahead and wife the freak I ain't mad at yall
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See I don't know if you ain't hell in your bills
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But if looks was sex, me and your girl done had some kids
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And no, this ain't a joke, and no this ain't a riddle
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But homie look you getting played something like a fiddle
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Bet your man can¡¯t do it like this ah ah
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We can¡¯t work the middle cuz this thing too little
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You see, I've been diagnosed with Realnigganittis
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And no I ain't the Spartan but she call me Leonidas
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It's funny how I used to just chill on Lee Anders
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My first girlfriend see her first name was Candace
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We used to chill and play the cut like a praying mantis
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But you know how love go, it don¡¯t go how you planned it
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She used to love me high, she used to love me sober,
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Now she probably somewhere with a counterfeit Casanova
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Damn, haha, you could've had a Mack, baby girl
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Oh Casanova!
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Yea spitter bring the hook in, let's go!
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(Hook)
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Yeah, she must like something I'm doing,
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She having thoughts of us screwing,
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She got a boyfriend, she ridin next to him
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But every time he turn his back she lookin'
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Every time he turn his back she lookin'
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Every time he turn his back she lookin'
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Every time he turn his back she lookin'
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Every time he turn his back she lookin'
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She Lookin
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Mack Maine |