But sometimes the truth is just disrespectful
Ain't no way you be politically correct
And we finna kill shit, you know what I mean?
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I walk up in the spot with my jewels on
Standing on the couch with my boots on,
I wish a nigga would tell me move on
I wink my eye at your bitch now your boo gone
I might like, I might like, but I don't love these hoes
I might lust, I might rush, but I don't love these hoes
I might hit, then might split, 'cause I don't love these hoes
I don't love these hoes, I don't love these hoes
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See I walk up in the spot with my jewels on,
Yeah fresh off the block with my boots on,
Bad bitch that I like wearing two tone,
Pointed at her own site, told her you down
No work, no play, whether you on
All work mo pay, yeah my crew on
Free Terrance, free Rollins in my true song
Man it's OG that I'm smoking nigga, too strong
Money money money money nigga, count that
Hustle rings snow sunny nigga, I'm bout that
Catch your bitch in the club, pull up out there
For a baller she would do a Spalding and bounce that
For a grill when she move out to work, cop that,
Once it's in then she gotta skrr, my bad
Nigga's out here tryina love them hoes, don't do that
I'm only in it for the love of dough, you knew that.
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I walk up in the spot with my jewels on
Standing on the couch with my boots on,
I wish a nigga would tell me move on
I wink my eye at your bitch now your boo gone
I might like, I might like, but I don't love these hoes
I might lust, I might rush, but I don't love these hoes
I might hit, then might split, 'cause I don't love these hoes
I don't love these hoes, I don't love these hoes