Hey, what's up baby?-I mean 'bitch'
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Ain't no lovey-dovey, 'walk in the park' shit with this
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I see you outta pocket today baby-I mean 'hoe'
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Go on home and choose him cause I don't need no more
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These niggas trying to figure you dumb hoes out
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Cause they ain't never slapped a bitch and told her to watch her mouth
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Keep your hygiene up bitch, you growin' hair on your face
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Plus, you ain't shit without me, I got some hell of a taste
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Bitch, I got so many hoes I be forgettin' they names
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Why you sellin' dime bags you little broke ass shame
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I keep it pimpin' enough to teach them square niggas
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I'm bigger than that bitch told you, let's share figures
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You scared of high heights?
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I make so much money you'll jump out a window about 4 or 5 flights, nigga
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You a dead bitch, keep lookin hoe
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I don't know what the fuck you lookin' for
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Man, I wish I would open a door for a bitch.
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Bitch, you better open this door for me.
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The fuck you think this is?
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You ain't my girlfriend, bitch and I definatly aint your boyfriend, hoe.
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Got life twisted and fucked up.
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Need to knock the teeth out your motha fuckin' mouth.
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Go shave or somethin' bitch.
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You look like a motherfuckin' man.
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Nigga you braggin' because you fucked that bitch?
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What you tryin' to do besides tell me you ain't got good sense?
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You braggin' 'bout a bitch that ain't got shit?
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Oh, that's your homegirl? You got your ass a death wish?
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Ya'll motherfuckers don't wanna see me about nothin'
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I ain't that hard to find either, nigga, so quit bluffin'
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Let me catch you in my buisness, nigga, that's on my 'P'
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Kiss your whole hood good-bye, nigga, run up on me
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I make G's, I'm star, and partner I don't play
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Don't let that bitch get you killed out here, kiss your moms, ok?
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You wanna see me nigga?
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About what?
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About gettin' your buster ass gettin' beat the fuck up?
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You nigga's better stay away from that bitch
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Oh, that's your friend?
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Lemme catch you with her nigga and I'ma check ya'll chin
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Let that bitch get to runnin' off at the mothafuckin' mouth with me
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Three strikes or not, fuck this music
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Bitch I'm sockin' you in your mothafuckin mouth, straight up, and that's on 'P'
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You know what I'm sayin'?
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Some bullshit
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Niggas need to start knockin' these bitches out, man
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Yeah, bitch, you done fucked up now!
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I can't wait to see this ass-whoopin' finally go down
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You a fake, you a phoney, unsophisticated pig
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[?] went by and you still ain't shit
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Dead bitch walkin'
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Don't know when to stop talking 'till the AK47 assult rifle starts barkin'
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Who's your man bitch?
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Somebody just like you?
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Good for nothin', livin' with your mom, sellin' weed to you?
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Bitch, go get some exercise and get a life!
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To make the money that I make, bitch, you gotta die and come back twice
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Yous just a broke bitch, yous a fake bitch
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Yous a dope fiend, your sister a coke fiend
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You a hood rat bitch and all that child neglect
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One day, somebody gonna walk up to you a break your motha fuckin' neck
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Now, how the fuck a bitch gonna have on better clothes, better shoes, than her motherfuckin' kids?
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You know what I'm sayin'?
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Bitch, you can not wear black panies with motherfuckin' pink parachutte pants
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Stupid mothafuckin' idiot.
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No fashion sense what so mothafuckin' ever.
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Mad at the world ain't you? You know what?
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If I was you and looked like you, bitch, I'd be mad too.
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Ain't happy for shit, cause you ain't shit.
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Your momma ain't shit.
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And all your homeboys, and homegirls ain't shit.
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That's Suga Free, nigga.
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Come see me, nigga.
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Ain't Shit
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| Suga Free |
