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These hoes know just what they want// & I just happen to be that // these hoes know just what they want // so they call my phone whenever they need that//

(Verse 1)
They see me on the go// They wanna get to know// that wild n**** with the fro// on me when I hit the do' // but she got to be a pro // real freak with it tho// if she can move it slow// I let her call me on the low // // they wanna roll with a n**** like me/// they wanna smoke with a n**** like me// if she came wit a n**** like you , bet she do the right thing spike lee// she turnt up off Hennessy// and this double cup so clutch// all my h*** is rare breed , all my h*** deluxe// everything I do so player like // everything y'all do just suck // already know she gon' choose the life// already know she wan f***// already know she wan f***// I got her nipped & tucked// game so tight no swete all skill when I cut no luck// she want me to wife her I don't even like her // you cuff her at the crib I just one night her// she say with you she high-key board on that old shit like a type writer // I put her on that new wave // surfboard like Malia Jones // beat it up like she misbehaved// then when I leave she call my phone cause//

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(Verse 2)

Gotta new one like every week// gotta different one like everyday// my favorite got satin sheets// my baddest be out in the bay// they run it to me like undelee// they throw it back like a Frisbee // shawty call me and always wanna hump // but it don't even be Wednesday// I gotta tell these h*** that I don't play // don't be telling your friends I'm bae// cause she gon' be like oh y'all cute// soon as you gone she be coming my way // but you gon' be mad or Na // I always got one on call// but ain't none about to get cuffed// cause we always high above the law// she talking about she love me // all I hear is blah blah blah// now she yelling out f*** me// I'm laughing like ha ha ha// her mind say she wanna leave // but that p**** like Na Na Na // now she riding on top of me and scream like oh my god// man these girls so typical// but I'm glad my ladies be tropical// pop my collar like a pimp would do // then go out and me some papadeauxs// got some xan's my pop me dos// and she tryna fxck like vamanos// hit it then I'm like adios// she ain't tryna leave I already know

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