I see two of my bitches in the club
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But they don't know about each other
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But wouldn't I be a pimp if I set them up
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To have a threesome with your boy
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If they not too paranoid
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Now one of my chicks she's straight from Vallejo
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She be in the eight, though, and she got a boyfriend
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She got a boyfriend but she only love him for his bankroll
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She texts me like "I wish I was with you and not with him"
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I hit her back like "Well, if you ditch that nigga we can get it popping, then"
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Turn the lights on
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And on her own she came over
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Already had a pretty little thing over
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She said, "Baby girl look good as fuck
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Hope you let me beat it up"
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I see two of my bitches in the club
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But they don't know about each other
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But wouldn't I be a pimp if I set them up
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To have a threesome with your boy
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If they not too paranoid
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Now I be on the west side throwing up my shit high
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D1, that's my only game
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And all the bad bitches show a nigga love
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The scared hoes running like they owe me change
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I heard Mustard on the beat and I'm fucking with a freak
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High rolling up the weed, bitches in the backseat
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And when she bust it open, baby girl, you better eat
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And if you don't get to stepping like you pledging Greek
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You know it's real, same nigga with the lights on
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Dark skinned nigga with the ice on
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Out in Vegas try to fight on, pretty bitches blowing dice for him
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Your baby momma might know him, you should be nice to him
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Keep a poker face, pull it out and poke her face
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Suck a nigga, you should know your place
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I see your hoe, meet your hoe, feed the hoe and get the hoe replaced
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Big bills, never lower case
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I see two of my bitches in the club
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But they don't know about each other
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But wouldn't I be a pimp if I set them up
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To have a threesome with your body
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If they not too paranoid
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Paranoid
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Rico Love |