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How the fuck I piss you off and you was
On the way to see me, bitch? (Hol' up)
Said I'd wait up for her, but you know
I had went to sleep, bitch (Hol' up)
I press the pussy, I ain't gon' let no pussy press me, bitch (Hol' up)
Know she mad I got somethin' bad that
Layin' in the suite, bitch (Nigga)
I'm the one these bitches like, the one these niggas hate
I'm the one that put her out, you the one that take her on them dates
Mad I fucked your wife and showed a side of her you always hate
Now you wanna beef 'bout her, bitch, give me a break (Nigga)
You worry 'bout everything in this world except that pape'
I frown on you type of niggas, look down on you type of niggas (Uh)
Despise everyone around you, where the fuck you bought that outfit?
Got a jwett and fell to Compton, bought a Cuban, oh, how classy
Boy, that bitch wear too much makeup, I threw on my reading glasses
I see you, now you lie, know you ain't
Naturally that fine (Uh, for real)
New bitch from Istanbul, eat it like a Turkey club
No attachment with these sluts, unless the ink invisible (Nigga)
The only time you hoes eat dinner is at the club (Yeah, nigga)
All you lemon pepper steppers bad as fuck (Fuck nigga)
You bein' a little too Romeo to all these sluts, dumb nigga
I feel like Master P, I make her say, "Ahh"
How the fuck I piss you off and you was
On the way to see me, bitch? (Hol' up)
Said I'd wait up for her, but you know
I had went to sleep, bitch (Hol' up)
I press the pussy, I ain't gon' let no pussy press me, bitch (Hol' up)
Know she mad I got somethin' bad that
Layin' in the suite, bitch (Nigga)
The Empire
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Autor(en): Richard Burrell, Giovanni Stravato Copyright: Sony/atv Songs Llc, Beatstars Publishing Worldwide



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