| Iight fuck that, word word
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| Lord Finnesse, Jay O it’s been my jail since a day old
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| Yea this ones for the ladies who be tryna have my babies
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| Words to my mother
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| Two things I never do
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| Is leave the crib without some rubbers
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| Or tell a funky ho I love her
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| These broads be trying to get
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| A brother caught up
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| In this sticky situation
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| Missing menstruation
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| Cycles, they all psycho
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| Ask Michael
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| Before you give a note
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| For Billie Jean’s and the nice clothes
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| Like woo don’t let them trap you
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| On the tight rope with spike holes
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| In the condom to form a zygote over night
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| Ask Quan he know what it’s like
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| He wore a hat but it exploded twice
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| But fuck a bad bitch
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| I knew this rap shit
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| And put it over life
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| On the coldest nights
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| And shine like the solar strike
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| And I swear I got the weirdest cases pipe
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| Chicks in to weirdest places
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| From roof tops, to staircases
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| Like get a load on their faces
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| Face it if you fear hate it
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| You get put it on this girls face
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| I don’t trust these bitches
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| They would never catch me slippin
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| I don’t trust these bitches
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| They could never catch me slippin
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| I don’t trust these bitches
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| They would never catch me slippin
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| Slipping
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| They would never catch me slippin
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| I don’t trust these bitches
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| They would never catch me slippin
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| I don’t trust these bitches
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| They could never catch me slippin
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| I don’t trust these bitches
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| They would never catch me slippin
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| Slipping
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| They would never catch me slippin
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| Hey yo, I’m attached too, to the cash rules
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| Bout to go nuts niggas get their attitudes
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| To these cash you
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| Who you know that cool that they drip swagoo
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| And I’m here to stay like tattoos on statues
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| Check your mirror nigga that’s the second time
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| I passed you, eating my gas fume
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| Got me thinking I could gas you
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| And your girl got gas too
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| She let me tackle before I touch and I staple
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| And as you decide to put her shackle
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| I’m that dude, fuck values
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| Pump up the volume, all up in the cut
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| No alchool just bad booze
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| Tryin to find the path to bring him back too
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| Like a taboo, that poo, got back chicks
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| That I feel bad for
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| Loosing 'til they back bones
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| Look it at my cock tip
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| Down and doin' all no matter what the synapsis is
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| All it takes is some exotic piff
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| And all your conscience tap exclusively vodka and shit
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| I don’t trust these bitches
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| They would never catch me slippin
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| I don’t trust these bitches
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| They could never catch me slippin
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| I don’t trust these bitches
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| They would never catch me slippin
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| Slipping
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| They would never catch me slippin
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| I don’t trust these bitches
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| They would never catch me slippin
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| I don’t trust these bitches
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| They could never catch me slippin
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| I don’t trust these bitches
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| They would never catch me slippin
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| Slipping
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| They would never catch me slippin
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| Ey yo It’s PE leaving no hope for these hoes
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| We leaving no hope for these hoes
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| My nigga Jay Steve leaving no hope for these hoes
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| Leaving no hope for these hoes
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| My nigga Eliah-So leaving no hope for these hoes
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| Leaving no hope for these hoes
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| My nigga Kirk Knight leaving no hope for these hoes
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| Leaving no hope for these hoes
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| My nigga Cj Fly leaving no hope for these hoes
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| Leaving no hope for these hoes
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| My nigga Pal P leaving no hope for these hoes
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| Leaving no hope for these hoes
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| My nigga Jay Lee leaving no hope for these hoes
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| Leaving no hope for these hoes
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| My nigga Dam Louis leaving no hope for these hoes
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| Leaving no hope for these hoes |