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Artis - Chorus] I ain't set the stroke and I for games, I came to fuck and maybe get some brain. I got a at the crib so I ain't your man. I'll be damned, be damned, I'll be damned. You all I really wanna do is fuck. I ain't gon' let a hungry women set me up. And if you I'm that stupid you done pressed your luck. I'll be damned, I'll be damned, be damned.
Artis] You gave right. Yes I monage--tois and I got as big as guys's big "wah". I'm a trick daddy nigga, so bitch how you that I turn my niggas on to you when I hit ya. I probably could forget ya if I hadn't drunk, but a dunkadunk, keep my mind on hump. When my mind's on to me my .9's in the trunk, and Denaun got a line for fine bitch I hunt. Not once, twice, but times the lover your man is, and I'm a freak undercover. I got plans for you, trick, I don't a baby mother. I got five of them motherfuckers tryin' to me already. We can't go steady, but you can me head. Give me that, get the out my bed, and leave the shit. My chap lips will cut nipples breast fed, and on the way, leave the with Achman. I'd love for you to but I got another date, a fat chick that eat cake on playskates. She rubbed my ass feet and feed me grace my man in the closet ran out of videotape.
I'ma make this one clear, ain't no woman gon' ruin my career. All the hell you is pursuin' a dream, that's when you find out that life ain't what it seems. All these hoes be lyin', each other. And why the hell Kobe Bryant didn't a rubber. He might as well have went and the hoe that he love her. I'm sure as hell ain't go to court for my mother, or my wife, and my sisters. So a mistress. They signin' a contract these bitches hit this. Never will a woman take me out way. I a RCA camera in there motherfuckin' face.
What's your again? It doesn't matter. My is Bizzy, a bodygaurd for Mr. Mathers. Sit girl. Let me get you a drink. I'ma buy you a mink, and you in the sink. From day one, I you was a hoe. I put a on my toe and fucked you some mo'. around, let me see your nasty ass. Put on a Jason while I take off your maxi pads.
These hoes be on some bullshit. tryin' to pull shit outta ass. Get mad and put you on blast. Tell 'em how she fucked you, you, put it on you, boned you. Yappin' off with they mouth sayin' she you. All on dick, callin' your phone, spazzin' and shit. Havin' a fit until you like callin' it quits. Then she starts callin' chick, wantin' to fight. Everytime you up at a gig, she front row her friends. Flippin' you off. you to the bar, the bathroom, the parkin' lot, to the car, you off. you blackout, now you and the hoe is havin a scrapout. You get up for assault and now you asked out.