Damn man I cant believe them hoes aint come over here man
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Nigga I can, you told them hoes the truth
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You never tell hoes the truth ::ring ring::
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Man check the caller id, man it's rich girls the Buckhead girls yeah yeah
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Now gimme the phone and let me show you how to do it deep voice deep voice
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What up
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ohhh why you talkin like that
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man fuck all that yall coming through
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Yeah we might I saw you blinging last night .
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Yeah thirty karot, paid for.
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Hey hey nigga you wearing my mutherfucking chain again?
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Ah this the bodyguard trippin. Nigga imma whup your mutherfucking ass nigga
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Get off the phone nigga. Yall coming through though?
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I don't know I don't be feeling like drivin
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Oh shorty I got you. The new Benz truck
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hey hey you took that rent a car back man we need (shut the fuck up) man we need
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to take that shit back for real.
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Shut the..man Look anyway baby yall coming through or what?
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Man I don't know who all live there?
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Bitch this my house
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Mama, mama I'm on the phone.
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Hello who on the phone get off the damn phone
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And clean yo damn room tell him to stop wearing my damn chain,
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and stop wearing your brother's damn chain.. who the hell car is in my driveway
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Oh hell no
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Stop Lyin' (Skit)
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| Ludacris |
