| Yo, where’s your girlfriend at?
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| She was lookin tight the other day
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| Tryin to hit that
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| Bring her over, I need to holla at her
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| Where’s your girlfriend at? |
| Take her back to my house
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| Sit her down on the couch.
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| Ha, Printmatic will drop, heavyweight stop any featherweight
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| You better not hesitate too long or meditate
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| My new song will demonstrate I’m too strong to ever make
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| A costly mistake, I’m sharp as a switchblade
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| With artistry displayed, you awfully bitch-made and heartless
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| Yellow belly, scared of the darkness
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| My melody sparks this, you better be cautious
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| I’m heavenly, with the pedigree of a marksmen
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| Ask anybody, crashin ya party, smashin ya hobby into dust
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| You better build your shields instead of parlayin with us
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| I’m comin out on top you lookin tired in the clutch
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| And any groupie who was into you is gettin touched
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| But enough of that, back to the rugged rap
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| Motherfucker clack, where’s your girl at? |
| (Back to the rugged rap)
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| (Motherfucker clack, where’s your girl at, girl at?)
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| Where’s your girl at?
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| Yeah… I’m not a gentleman, I just dress like one
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| Foghorn Leghorn comin after your hen
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| While she daydreamin I stay schemin
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| Takin money out her change purse if she got it to spend
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| I only take the 5's and 1's
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| I’m nice enough to let her keep the 20's and 10's
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| Then I, hit the block with it, or buy stock with it
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| Play dice, crap out and laugh with my friends
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| Add me to any beat you got a banger
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| Add me to any mic and it’s a magical blend
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| I came in this rap game with one goal
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| Be the baddest motherfucker with a pad and a pen
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| I might not bag a dimepiece in my life
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| But as long as two 5's still add up to 10
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| Then I got options every Friday night
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| And a team of mediocre broads grabbin my dick |