| Ayy, it’s Philthy, nigga
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| Let me try somethin' different
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| Uh-huh, look
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| Have you ever fucked a nigga in the back of his foreign?
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| I could teach you how to hustle and stack up your coins
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| Online classes, but strip in the night
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| Low mileage on her, she keepin' it tight
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| Got her out that Honda and jumped in that Benz
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| Bad bitches link up, just her and her friends
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| Gave her fifty thou', told her open up a business
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| We gon' keep it in your name, you know them people trippin'
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| She done seen me at my lowest, seen me at my highest
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| You know health is wealth, so you know she on a diet
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| She done met mom, so she considered fam
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| Her best friend hooked us up, she the middleman, it’s Philthy
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| Would you love me in the Bentley?
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| Would you love me on the bus?
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| Bring her down to my section
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| See how I was raised up
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| And baby, if you let me
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| I’ma teach you how to trust
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| And I bet with no questions
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| You got your mind made up
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| Look
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| She never intimidated by another bitch
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| Got my heart broke, so I could never love a bitch
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| Cosmetology class, she an esthetician
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| Culinary arts when she in the kitchen
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| She a lady in the streets, a freak in the sheets
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| She got her body done and took them braces off her teeth
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| She take care of business like she 'posed to
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| Her baby daddy the only nigga she was close to
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| Her bills never late, always on time
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| Her period never late, always on time
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| She done met my kids, so she considered fam
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| Her best friend hooked us up, she the middleman, it’s Philthy
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| Would you love me in the Bentley?
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| Would you love me on the bus?
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| Bring her down to my section
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| See how I was raised up
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| And baby, if you let me
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| I’ma teach you how to trust
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| And I bet with no questions
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| You got your mind made up |