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B**** I see you
'Cause you know I know you
Yeah, I know you

Last time I saw you, you was brewed up, booed up
Ready for a new f***, last time you saw me
I was P I to the motherfucking M P, what
And lately I heard you's a broke b****

Livin' in the lower class suburb
And lately the word is I live in a suburb
And I don't f*** with birds
She used to pump on the block
Sell a nigga' rocks, bail a nigga' out but

She tried to plot on a nigga'
Vacant lot, one shot, b**** died, go figure
He used to pay this b****, gave her lots of s***
F***'s wrong with this nigga' man?
He used to bring through the hood
Treat the b**** to f*****' good, my opinion

We used to blaze with the b****
Faded off the lick, she x-rayed the clip
This nigga bought braids for the b****
Louis Vuitton kicks and tricked on suck s***

Meanwhile in the hood, she drivin' around good
This b**** thinks she in Hollywood
Meantime she settin' the nigga' up
Tellin' us, what his stuff
She's ready to get him stuck, what

Thick thighs but she full of surprises
I swear this b**** is Shady
(That's what I know)
Sex on her mind, all the time
And you think that that's your baby
(You don't know)

You a good guy that's livin' a lie
But she dove and played your safety
(It's what I know)
If you cool and she satisfied
How come that b**** just paged me?
(You don't know)

We had to ride on a nigga'
Watch him for the right time to get richer
We decided when the hit was
Run up on him, forty-five in the ribs, what

This nigga' screamed like a b****
Showed us what his s*** hit her
Hell of a lick but the b****
Who told us 'bout the bricks
Exposed us to the nigga'
He knew that we'd come

But meanwhile in his hood
His niggaz is suitin' up
And Timbed, looted up
Rims and new trucks your man, 'Livin' It Up'
Then a van with no hubs

Suddenly pulled up and erupt
Shot a nigga', the f*** up
Just my luck, the b**** got us both touched
It's like a rush, the b**** who blushed
And smoked blunts wit us
Turned out to be nuts, switched up

Mixed up wit the wrong slut
Got my friend zipped up in the bag, it's all bad
My niggaz got my back, in fact they caught
On her Ave, flossin' in another nigga' cab

Thick thighs but she full of surprises
I swear this b**** is Shady
(That's what I know)
Sex on her mind, all the time
And you think that that's your baby
(You don't know)

You a good guy that's livin' a lie
But she dove and played your safety
(It's what I know)
If you cool and she satisfied
How come that b**** just paged me?
(You don't know)