Slamming, half a thing of heron in the bathroom
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Keep an AK and the backup in the backroom
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Cook a meal clean and she suck me like a vacuum
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Took a vacation to the county, I'll be back soon
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Sent a couple zero's, money on my j-pay
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Paying off the COs, smoking on the gateway
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Word around the block when I was locked she gave my thing away
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'Bout to have a baby with a nigga, that's what they say
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Damn, well please say it ain't so
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Took off the glove, say it's love when it ain't, though
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Her classmate was coming over, that was strange, though
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Apparently the homework ain't all he came for
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Maybe you stank, hoe, maybe that's a bit mean
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Maybe you grew up and I'm still living like I'm sixteen
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Like a child running wild in these sick streets
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Man, I put that bitch up on her feet, she cut a nigga deep
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Damn, bitch
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That's why I treat these hoes the way I treat 'em
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That's deeper than a motherfucker baby, know what I'm saying
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Slamming, smack it up and flip it, then I rub it down
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Zip it up and then I ship it to another town
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Smoking hella weed while me and Willie bust a couple pounds
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She used to like that type of shit, now we don't fuck around
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Girl, you used to say them other niggas wasn't hood enough
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Got your hood degree, now niggas from the hood ain't good enough
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Bitch, you wasn't tripping when that old school was pulling up
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You was short on ends at your college, you would put 'em up
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Well, bitch, I'm out here putting on
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I hope you feel the pain I'm feeling when you hear this song
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Don't want a nigga that's gonna slang shit up in your home
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But you ran off and got engaged, man, that shit was wrong
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All to a nigga that don't got nothing that I ain't got
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Only difference is he trying to be a fucking astronaut
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Saw this pussy nigga when I walked up in the barber shop
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Green as a leaf, looking sweet, that cut a nigga deep
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Damn, so these the type of niggas you fucking with now, baby?
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Square ass motherfucker, you used to love a thug nigga
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I loved her and she loved him, so I never touched him
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She's got his baby in the oven, so it's mother fuck him
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Ain't tripping 'cause you got a nigga, I just think you rushing
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But leaving him to be with me ain't part of our discussion
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Plus, I'm on the road now, different color hoes now
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Laid back on the dope, I'm getting dollars off my shows now
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Bitches wanna tie me down but I ain't in that mode now
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Five years later, why you calling up my phone now?
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Well bitch, how you get the number?
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Like every other month I'm switching up that motherfucker
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Back on the bus I used to finger fuck her singing Usher
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Down on my luck and then she upped and left me for a sucker
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I reminisce on all the crazy shit we did
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You and me forever, shit we say when we was kids
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She say I'm having problems and I pray that he forgive
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When he find out the baby ain't his, that cut a nigga deep
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Damn, what the fuck?
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What you trying to say, baby?
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The baby ain't his?
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Whose is it?
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Deeper
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