| Uh, uh, uh
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| That ain’t my bitch, that’s my motherfucking homegirl
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| Don’t be a snitch, we ain’t doin' nothing wrong, girl
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| That ain’t my bitch, that’s my motherfucking homegirl, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh, oh
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| Uh, uh, uh
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| That ain’t my bitch, that’s my motherfucking homegirl (Homegirl, yeah)
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| Don’t be a snitch, we ain’t doin' nothing wrong, girl (We ain’t doin' nothing
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| wrong, girl, no)
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| That ain’t my bitch, that’s my motherfucking homegirl, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh, oh
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| Okay, we both got some pieces on the side
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| Ain’t no issue if she mine
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| Say I miss you sometimes when I’m feelin' like that (Oh)
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| And I admit she fine, ain’t no disrespect
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| If she don’t hit my line every time tryna smash
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| But we’ll probably still kick it though (Probably still kick it though)
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| Even if I’m in the studio workin'
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| Even though you ain’t my girlfriend, we gon' get this work in
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| Talking like that
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| I know you sick and tired of mans who will never throw no hands for you
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| I hold you better than he can, I don’t think he understands you, no
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| So tell me where we gon' kick it, though
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| 'Cause you know we getting physical and workin'
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| Even though this isn’t permanent, I’ma make it worth it every time, girl
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| Uh, uh, uh
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| That ain’t my bitch, that’s my motherfucking homegirl (Homegirl, yeah)
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| Don’t be a snitch, we ain’t doin' nothing wrong, girl (We ain’t doin' nothing
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| wrong, girl, no)
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| That ain’t my bitch, that’s my motherfucking homegirl, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh, oh
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| If one more y’all run tellin' on me
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| (Oh my God, she called da police)
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| Sippin' my tea, n****, mindin' my piece
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| Shit, I’m 'bouta fade to black, I’m bleached
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| Head so good, I wrote her a think peace
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| My baby, no binky
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| I mean no sucka shit, you never see me or hug me
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| She pamper me in public, she ate even ate the nuggets
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| We gotta hide because we got all eyes on us
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| I’m from the dirty like my daddy, great granddaddy
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| Must be out ya cotton pickin' mind you think that pussy ain’t mine
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| But I be lyin', yeah, I denied it, I didn’t know we only talked
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| That beat is on Taraji, yeah, she call me 'Baby boy', ooh
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| Pull up like Deebo, she suck me early like Devotion
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| Damn, holy moly
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| Man, I think she know me
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| Damn, I think she lonely
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| Damn
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| Uh, uh, uh
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| That ain’t my bitch, that’s my motherfucking homegirl (Homegirl, yeah)
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| Don’t be a snitch, we ain’t doin' nothing wrong, girl (We ain’t doin' nothing
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| wrong, girl, no)
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| That ain’t my bitch, that’s my motherfucking homegirl, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh, oh
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| Look, although I know plenty guys that would be incentivised
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| By grippin' on tender thighs, it’s makin' the denim cry
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| Set my eyes on the lessons of prize to accessorise
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| 'Cause we’d rather separate lives than sever ties
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| Man, that says a lot about a character
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| If you was mine, I would cherish ya
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| Pushin' cherubs and carriages, full of sharing
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| Embarrassing, thinking about it’s terrifying
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| My ex a plane and I’m scared of flying
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| Your chest is not a game I expected I win
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| Now for the last time
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| That ain’t my bitch, that’s my motherfucking homegirl (Homegirl, yeah)
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| Don’t be a snitch, we ain’t doin' nothing wrong, girl (We ain’t doin' nothing
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| wrong, girl, no)
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| That ain’t my bitch, that’s my motherfucking homegirl, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh, oh
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| That ain’t my bitch, that’s my motherfucking homegirl (Ain't my bitch,
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| that’s my homegirl)
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| That ain’t my bitch, that’s my motherfucking homegirl
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| That’s not my bitch |