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When
them
niggas
say
they
love
us,
most
time
they
talkin'
shit
Only
thing
on
they
mind
is
to
fuck
another
bitch
And
every
now
and
then
you
best
believe
them
niggas
deceive
Give
you
a
dick
and
a
towel
for
sure,
then
be
out
the
door
Cheap
hoes
gotta
go
off
top
And
knuckle
headed
bitches
get
blowed
off
the
block
Cause
we
ain't
tryin'
to
let
you
niggas
run
up
in
a
cot
Then
trample
our
hearts
without
a
second
thought
From
the
start
baby
girl
if
you
know
he
ain't
real
If
he's
just
tryin'
to
fuck,
make
the
nigga
pay
up
Even
though
you
know
you
shouldn't
be
givin'
up
the
jewels
Cause
nothing
on
earth's
more
precious
than
you
Woman,
goddess
of
love
and
creation
Got
enough
strength
to
uplift
a
whole
nation
Stop
chasin'
these
just
for
nothin'
just
to
sleep
around
Don't
even
put
your
energy
off
into
the
clown
Stayin'
around
and
manipulatin'
situations
And
reverse
the
game,
motherfuck
what
he
sayin'
Cause
they
gon'
tell
us
anything
just
to
get
in
But
it's
on
you
to
recognize
if
it's
paper
thin,
yo
Now
many
niggas
got
game
and
I
admit
that
it's
tight
Keep
a
sister
goin'
through
it
cause
he's
playin'
her
right
Might
string
her
along,
give
her
something
to
hold
on
to
And
when
he
see
she's
gettin'
deep
say
we
through
I
gots
no
time
for
trippin'
off
nothin'
If
it
doesn't
work
out,
yo,
it
just
doesn't
I
wasn't
the
one
fuckin'
up
and
it's
here
Tellin'
my
pain
right
now
won't
compare
to
yours
here
For
years
we
been
told
hold
on
and
understand
He's
gon'
settle
down,
a
man
gon'
be
a
man
But
fuck
that,
a
real
man
ain't
gon'
play
you
out
Do
things
to
make
you
cry,
feel
bad
inside
Think
about
it,
if
your
heart
is
hurtin'
do
without
him
Ain't
no
sense
in
draggin'
around
tryin'
to
talk
about
him
Show
them
niggas
we
can
be
gone
just
like
the
wind
Cause
all
that
bullshit
they
tryin'
to
kick
is
still
paper
thin
In
one
ear
and
right
out
the
other
I
won't
entertain
you
insecure
motherfuckers
Sisters
on
a
mission,
kickin'
up
dust
It
takes
seven
for
your
bait
to
hook
This,
let's
get
it
straight,
trust
Sucker
you
missed
Put
your
chump
change
down,
you
know
who
I
am
The
biggest
of
the
mamas,
need
I
say
it
again?
I
recognize
fake
niggas,
spot
'em
when
they
comin'
Look
'em
in
the
eye
with
my
trigger
finger
pointin'
Hit
the
road
nigga,
I
ain't
tryin'
to
hear
it
Don't
take
the
bullshit
no
more,
no
more
I
said
hit
the
road
nigga,
I
ain't
tryin'
to
hear
it
no
more
I
speak
my
mind
and
I
mean
what
I
say
We
gon'
do
what
we
planned
on
each
and
every
day
If
it's
dinner
then
it's
dinner,
or
a
movie
it's
a
movie
Don't
be
drivin'
'round
plottin'
on
how
you
gon'
screw
me
We
ain't
fuckin'
'til
I
say,
if
we
fuckin'
at
all
So
you
decide
right
now
if
you
takin'
me
out
Cause
I'ma
ball
either
way,
ain't
got
time
to
play
You
get
the
hand
with
all
that
paper
thin
shit
you
niggas
say
Word
Paper
thin,
I
did
it
again
Much
love
and
respect
to
MC
Lyte
Yeah,
beats
by
the
pound
The
Green
Eye'd
Soldier
gettin'
down
Y'all
know
him
What's
his
name?
What,
what?
K.L.
on
the
beat
Uh,
K.L.
on
the
beat
That's
right,
No
Limit
Uh,
uh,
in
your
mouth
Альбом
Mama Drama
1 Whatcha Wanna Do
2 Imma Shine
3 Mama's Tribute
4 Thugs Like Me
5 Tru Bitches
6 Daddy
7 Like Dat
8 Fallen Angels (Dear Jil)
9 Play Wit Pussy
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