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Glasses Malone
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Guess Who's Back
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All my real bitches still with me The fake hoes have left me Well fuck all ya'll too, tell your new nigga come test me Real bitches still with me, cause real niggas get stoned And I'm too whipped my nigga Guess who back up in this ho
Fresh from that dealer, I pay cash for this here killer Cash for this here killer, cash for this here killer No limit like P Miller when they come to get in that scrilla My bitch drapped out chinchilla Hit that mo, bo and Philip yea
Yea, on gas, no break Real nigga, no fake Banana clip, go ape So look boy, go play Cause you test me, you gon fail I catch a case, post bail That beat the case, no ale Cause the 38 leave no shell
Homie I'm different Turned up my cripping Bad bad bitches on my side Haters trippin, they gon ride Bad bitches on my side, bad bad bitches on my side Haters trippin, they gon ride Words to niggas, I ain't gon lie
So fly I need wings Half a stack with these jeans Half a stack on this belt Spendin problem, I need help Two stacks on these shows Three stacks on this book With 4 stacks on this mo Guess who back up in this ho
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All my real bitches still with me 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 The fake hoes have left me Well fuck all ya'll too, tell your new nigga come test me Real bitches still with me, cause real niggas get stoned And I'm too whipped my nigga Guess who back up in this ho
Now watch me get it, watch me get it, tell me Not a neighbor but I'm rolling on me big wheels Those pipes, never stop for no light Saved up cuz I know Christ A new Mack 10 and this fo life
Who bang like a… word to rykers I'm thinking flipper, she thinking wifey She thinking lobster, I'm thinking whitey She wasn't with me in that studio, Rio
Real shit, that's real shit Fake ho get real bitch I need a real one I could bear with Jada Pinkett to my Will Smith Think fast, sick ways Fat ass, clean teeth Face made for TV Could pay her own shit and don't need me
Still dawg, I cash out There to see what my cash 'bout Let us see what my rag 'bout Turn 'er loose til that ass down Never set a new fur She never lifted up dough She wanna sex up my role Guess who back up in this ho
Guess who back up in this ho Guess who back up in this ho
All my real bitches still with me The fake hoes have left me Well fuck all ya'll too, tell your new nigga come test me Real bitches still with me, cause real niggas get stoned And I'm too whipped my nigga Guess who back up in this ho
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