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Good cookin', I can feed a drippin' False ho, hell no, a bitch ain't trippin'
****** come like martyrs, a fuckin' dime a dozen In love with your grind 'cause your name be blubbin'
A trapped out gangsta with thugs appealin' And the way you be stuntin' on them ****** is ill
And the club's on it up, givin' bitches what's mine So I hit your fuckin' phone 'bout 57 times
As a quib won't get quite, you play in the streets Now carry your ass home and pay the bitch where you eat