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[Verse 1: Bizzy Bone]
Don't you hate that?
Your baby daddy rock
Look at him rolling looking good, you ain't got shat
You might aswell raise up his money let's see his contract
Weed money and
Fuck you hoes, I ain't your trick, trick
I don't trust you hoes all in my mix, mix
Good luck old hoes, you broke bitch, bitch
You stuck with my infectious soul that I'm the shit
Psyche!
I am the bestest dog, you know it bitch
Belonging to your others it's a pity
Fuck the titties nigga
It ain't nuttin' to me
I ain't no snitch homie
I never snitch on ya
Fuck the bitch, that's the moral to shit, come on!
[Verse 2: Flesh]
A bitch is a bitch
Big lips
Big dick
I got the number
Drop your drawers
That's why you call me daddy
Had to get at me
That I would never imagine
You think it's about yo ass
No it's about
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