Tonalidad: F minor
Verse 1
Here's a story
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About a bitch
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About a bitch I once fucked wit
Now I want y'all to listen
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Shit's a trip
Verse 2
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Used to have a bitch that was
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true to life to me
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Damn near a wife to me
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The bitch was just right for me
Stood by my side
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Used to help me wit my hustle
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Down to pack straps and a cap
if we had a tussle
I used to trust her wit my riches
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I be in the kitchen cookin' chickens
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While she be washin' dishes
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150,000 in the attic
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Pager blowin' up all night,
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my bitch never gave a nig ga static
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I used to make her mad enough to kill
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Lipstick on the front of my draws,
man my bitch was real
'Cause she never stole
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Gaffled by the FED's 3 4 times
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and never told nothin'
But wait
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My bitch is gettin' distant
on me
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No more back rubs and kisses
What's happenin' wit my
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little misses
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Too sleepy for the sex play
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Now what's really going on
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the same shit the next day
Damn I know she wouldn't fuck around
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Still I taps all my phones and records
every fuckin' sound
Conversations wit her homegirl
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but nothin' major
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I duplicates the
cap code to her pager
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Now i receives every beat
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'Cause I'll be damned if my bitch
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goin' be playin' me cheap
Verse 3
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Call it what you want but I gotta know
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If my bitch fucks around then my bitch
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gots to go
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If my bitch fucks around then
Verse 4
my bitch gots to go
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Week and a half flies by and now I
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Can't trust my bitch doin shit
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Track her through the mall,
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the cleaners, and the nail shop
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The grocery store,
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and the health food spot
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Dub you trippin I say to myself
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'Is she all that?
I'm on my bitch ass like I'm
Just hold that
I don't really like when she be
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callin her best friend
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Pull up on the lot in a black Benz
I could smell it homie
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These bitches bout to flirt wit
some niggas and clown
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Followed they ass to the Mo- Mo
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Damn this shit's for real
Now just imagine how a
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'cause I been livin wit a hoe
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And worse than that
a muthafucka didn't know
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She got's to go
I hit the chronic 'cause
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I'm on a mission
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I'm havin visions
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Of two dead bitches missin Christmas
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I can't take it no more
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I cocks my strap ?takes flight?
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And kick the fuckin hinges
off the door
I skimmed the room with
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And finds my bitch and her best
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friend naked in the water bed
Verse 5
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Call it what you want
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but I gotta know
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If my bitch fucks around
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then my bitch gots to go
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If my bitch
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fucks around then
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my bitch gots to go
Now I'm confused I puts my heat down
Verse 6
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open like a muthafucka takes
a seat now (?we's now?)
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How long you been fuckin her?
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I ain't know yo ass was on cock
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Got me thinkin bout ? ?
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She said I trust her like you trust me
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If you trust we
Then us three could be livin
I get's to thinkin bout the
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pussy and the riches
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Fuck it I guess I got two down bitches
Verse 7
Call it what you want but I gotta know
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If my bitch fucks around then my
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bitch gots to go
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If my
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bitch fucks around
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then my bitch gots to go
Verse 8
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G
ya
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these little stank ass scrags
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I got two of em now
Fuck em
One for this braid right here
One for this braid right here
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Gotta lick this middle one
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Fuck ya'll
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