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Bots battle of the sexes

Bots battle of the sexes

Um, ain't no such thing as a plutonic friend You're lying to yourself if you don't think you want mo' So don't you call me insecure when he show up at your do' You all claim to have substance, self-respect and some class But half naked in the club and steady shakin yo' ass Screamin I ain't done enough to touch you under your skirt But who the hell are you to tell me what my money is worth? So how can I break this down to her? Man what's up, this is Marcus I wanna know do y'all got somebody to talk to these triflin-ass women? Whatever happened to..? Don't ever ask no questions that you really don't want the answers to Stop poppin' off at the mouth or like Nino Brown I'll have to cancel you Handle you, stop the ride, leave you on the avenue Half of you, always seem to want some nigga to pamper you And that'll do for him but not for me, I'll probably baffle you And if he wants to act a fool I'll show him what the gat'll do Run along, go find somebody to snitch or go chit-chatter to Then your name will follow with "Ay! Y'all got somebody to talk to these women? And you better believe they did, it's millions of people listening But that's our show for this evening ladies and gentlemen I gotta go get a piece of ass my damn self, all right? Like me, I'm a good man, but all these good men get treated like shit! Yes it does, next caller what's up? I you better talk to 'em! All friends callin at 3: I hope you women out there heard that! Interesting, Shawnna you wanna speak on this one? I'm a real man, I take care of home I take care of my kids, I'll pay all my bills I mean I ain't gon' lie, I may check a lil' female from time to time on the side Y'knowmtalkinbout, but what man don't? I run the streets, and you trippin' I don't make you feel safe I stay at home and you complainin that I think we need space I'm not sayin' that it's fair but it's the way that it is Ain't no nigga tryin' to marry you with four or five kids It may sound a little harsh but it's straight from the heart A nigga didn't write the scripts so I'm just doin' my part, yeah Preach my brother, preach! Ludacris, how do you feel about this particular situation? Awww yeah, welcome back to "Battle of the Sexes Radio" Where it is Ludacris Yeah, get your money right ladies, learn to sign your own checks But don't call me after midnight, unless we havin' sex Don't ever assume nothin', a man gon' be a man A groupie gon' be a groupie, a fan gon' be a fan These tricks gon' keep trickin so hustlers gon' keep hustlin Long as there's new coochie then dogs gon' keep fuckin' So don't be all up in my phone replyin to women's pages I thought your momma told you you should NEVER talk to strangers! Shawnna Uh, yo, get your mind right niggaz get a bitch that can keep up wit'chu I'm tired of thinkin' to myself why in the hell did I ever fuck wit'chu I'm stuck wit'chu, sick of yo' childish games and all the stuff you do I'll probably mention yo' name but true to the game I've had enough of you I've seen yo' type befo', throwin' yo' funds all over the flo' He flashin his chains and flashin his dough, he drinkin' the fifths and drinkin' the Mo' But what you don't know this nigga broke, he can't even afford to smoke And back in the hood all the hustlers and G's know he's a joke That's why I cheat a nigga, just when he eat it I tell him beat it nigga Real bitches true to the game, that's how you G a nigga D. This song is by Ludacris and appears on the album Battle of the Sexes I Yo, get your money right ladies, tell the man to get gone But you don't you show up to my crib with your period on This is lesson one baby, listen, how should I begin? Bots battle of the sexes



Like me, I'm a good man, but all these good men get treated like shit! Interesting, Shawnna you wanna speak on this one? Yes it does, next caller what's up? Awww yeah, welcome back to "Battle of the Sexes Radio" Where it is Don't ever ask no questions that you really don't want the answers to Stop poppin' off at the mouth or like Nino Brown I'll have to cancel you Handle you, stop the ride, leave you on the avenue Half of you, always seem to want some nigga to pamper you And that'll do for him but not for me, I'll probably baffle you And if he wants to act a fool I'll show him what the gat'll do Run along, go find somebody to snitch or go chit-chatter to Then your name will follow with "Ay! Um, ain't no such thing as a plutonic friend You're lying to yourself if you don't think you want mo' So don't you call me insecure when he show up at your do' You all claim to have substance, self-respect and some class But half naked in the club and steady shakin yo' ass Screamin I ain't done enough to touch you under your skirt But who the hell are you to tell me what my money is worth? I run the streets, and you trippin' I don't make you feel safe I stay at home and you complainin that I think we need space I'm not sayin' that it's fair but it's the way that it is Ain't no nigga tryin' to marry you with four or five kids It may sound a little harsh but it's straight from the heart A nigga didn't write the scripts so I'm just doin' my part, yeah Preach my brother, preach! And you better believe they did, it's millions of people listening But that's our show for this evening ladies and gentlemen I gotta go get a piece of ass my damn self, all right? Man what's up, this is Marcus I wanna know do y'all got somebody to talk to these triflin-ass women? Whatever happened to..? Shawnna Uh, yo, get your mind right niggaz get a bitch that can keep up wit'chu I'm tired of thinkin' to myself why in the hell did I ever fuck wit'chu I'm stuck wit'chu, sick of yo' childish games and all the stuff you do I'll probably mention yo' name but true to the game I've had enough of you I've seen yo' type befo', throwin' yo' funds all over the flo' He flashin his chains and flashin his dough, he drinkin' the fifths and drinkin' the Mo' But what you don't know this nigga broke, he can't even afford to smoke And back in the hood all the hustlers and G's know he's a joke That's why I cheat a nigga, just when he eat it I tell him beat it nigga Real bitches true to the game, that's how you G a nigga D. This song is by Ludacris and appears on the album Battle of the Sexes Y'all got somebody to talk to these women? So how can I break this down to her? Ludacris Yeah, get your money right ladies, learn to sign your own checks But don't call me after midnight, unless we havin' sex Don't ever assume nothin', a man gon' be a man A groupie gon' be a groupie, a fan gon' be a fan These tricks gon' keep trickin so hustlers gon' keep hustlin Long as there's new coochie then dogs gon' keep fuckin' So don't be all up in my phone replyin to women's pages I thought your momma told you you should NEVER talk to strangers! Ludacris, how do you feel about this particular situation? All friends callin at 3: I you better talk to 'em! I hope you women out there heard that! I'm a real man, I take care of home I take care of my kids, I'll pay all my bills I mean I ain't gon' lie, I may check a lil' female from time to time on the side Y'knowmtalkinbout, but what man don't? I Yo, get your money right ladies, tell the man to get gone But you don't you show up to my crib with your period on This is lesson one baby, listen, how should I begin?

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Ludacris, how do you feel about this particular situation? I'm a real man, I take care of home I take care of my kids, I'll pay all my bills I mean I ain't gon' lie, I may check a lil' female from time to time on the side Y'knowmtalkinbout, but what man don't? So how can I break this down to her? Um, ain't no such thing as a plutonic friend You're lying to yourself if you don't think you want mo' So don't you call me insecure when he show up at your do' You all claim to have substance, self-respect and some class But half naked in the club and steady shakin yo' ass Screamin I ain't done enough to touch you under your skirt But who the hell are you to tell me what my money is worth? Interesting, Shawnna you wanna speak on this one? Man what's up, this is Marcus I wanna know do y'all got somebody to talk to these triflin-ass women? Like me, I'm a good man, but all these good men get treated like shit! I hope you women out there heard that! Don't ever ask no questions that you really don't want the answers to Stop poppin' off at the mouth or like Nino Brown I'll have to cancel you Handle you, stop the ride, leave you on the avenue Half of you, always seem to want some nigga to pamper you And that'll do for him but not for me, I'll probably baffle you And if he wants to act a fool I'll show him what the gat'll do Run along, go find somebody to snitch or go chit-chatter to Then your name will follow with "Ay! All friends callin at 3: I you better talk to 'em! I Yo, get your money right ladies, tell the man to get gone But you don't you show up to my crib with your period on This is lesson one baby, listen, how should I begin? I run the streets, and you trippin' I don't make you feel safe I stay at home and you complainin that I think we need space I'm not sayin' that it's fair but it's the way that it is Ain't no nigga tryin' to marry you with four or five kids It may sound a little harsh but it's straight from the heart A nigga didn't write the scripts so I'm just doin' my part, yeah Preach my brother, preach! Whatever happened to..? And you better believe they did, it's millions of people listening But that's our show for this evening ladies and gentlemen I gotta go get a piece of ass my damn self, all right? Shawnna Uh, yo, get your mind right niggaz get a bitch that can keep up wit'chu I'm tired of thinkin' to myself why in the hell did I ever fuck wit'chu I'm stuck wit'chu, sick of yo' childish games and all the stuff you do I'll probably mention yo' name but true to the game I've had enough of you I've seen yo' type befo', throwin' yo' funds all over the flo' He flashin his chains and flashin his dough, he drinkin' the fifths and drinkin' the Mo' But what you don't know this nigga broke, he can't even afford to smoke And back in the hood all the hustlers and G's know he's a joke That's why I cheat a nigga, just when he eat it I tell him beat it nigga Real bitches true to the game, that's how you G a nigga D. Y'all got somebody to talk to these women? Yes it does, next caller what's up? Ludacris Yeah, get your money right ladies, learn to sign your own checks But don't call me after midnight, unless we havin' sex Don't ever assume nothin', a man gon' be a man A groupie gon' be a groupie, a fan gon' be a fan These tricks gon' keep trickin so hustlers gon' keep hustlin Long as there's new coochie then dogs gon' keep fuckin' So don't be all up in my phone replyin to women's pages I thought your momma told you you should NEVER talk to strangers! This song is by Ludacris and appears on the album Battle of the Sexes Awww yeah, welcome back to "Battle of the Sexes Radio" Where it is



































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All friends callin at 3: Don't ever ask no questions that you really don't want the answers to Stop poppin' off at the mouth or like Nino Brown I'll have to cancel you Handle you, stop the ride, leave you on the avenue Half of you, always seem to want some nigga to pamper you And that'll do for him but not for me, I'll probably baffle you And if he wants to act a fool I'll show him what the gat'll do Run along, go find somebody to snitch or go chit-chatter to Then your name will follow with "Ay! Interesting, Shawnna you wanna speak on this one? I you better talk to 'em! Awww yeah, welcome back to "Battle of the Sexes Radio" Where it is I Yo, get your money right ladies, tell the man to get gone But you don't you show up to my crib with your period on This is lesson one baby, listen, how should I begin? I hope you women out there heard that! And you better believe they did, it's millions of people listening But that's our show for this evening ladies and gentlemen I gotta go get a piece of ass my damn self, all right? Yes it does, next caller what's up? So how can I break this down to her? Whatever happened to..? I'm a real man, I take care of home I take care of my kids, I'll pay all my bills I mean I ain't gon' lie, I may check a lil' female from time to time on the side Y'knowmtalkinbout, but what man don't? Shawnna Uh, yo, get your mind right niggaz get a bitch that can keep up wit'chu I'm tired of thinkin' to myself why in the hell did I ever fuck wit'chu I'm stuck wit'chu, sick of yo' childish games and all the stuff you do I'll probably mention yo' name but true to the game I've had enough of you I've seen yo' type befo', throwin' yo' funds all over the flo' He flashin his chains and flashin his dough, he drinkin' the fifths and drinkin' the Mo' But what you don't know this nigga broke, he can't even afford to smoke And back in the hood all the hustlers and G's know he's a joke That's why I cheat a nigga, just when he eat it I tell him beat it nigga Real bitches true to the game, that's how you G a nigga D. Um, ain't no such thing as a plutonic friend You're lying to yourself if you don't think you want mo' So don't you call me insecure when he show up at your do' You all claim to have substance, self-respect and some class But half naked in the club and steady shakin yo' ass Screamin I ain't done enough to touch you under your skirt But who the hell are you to tell me what my money is worth? Man what's up, this is Marcus I wanna know do y'all got somebody to talk to these triflin-ass women? Y'all got somebody to talk to these women? I run the streets, and you trippin' I don't make you feel safe I stay at home and you complainin that I think we need space I'm not sayin' that it's fair but it's the way that it is Ain't no nigga tryin' to marry you with four or five kids It may sound a little harsh but it's straight from the heart A nigga didn't write the scripts so I'm just doin' my part, yeah Preach my brother, preach! Like me, I'm a good man, but all these good men get treated like shit! Ludacris, how do you feel about this particular situation? This song is by Ludacris and appears on the album Battle of the Sexes Ludacris Yeah, get your money right ladies, learn to sign your own checks But don't call me after midnight, unless we havin' sex Don't ever assume nothin', a man gon' be a man A groupie gon' be a groupie, a fan gon' be a fan These tricks gon' keep trickin so hustlers gon' keep hustlin Long as there's new coochie then dogs gon' keep fuckin' So don't be all up in my phone replyin to women's pages I thought your momma told you you should NEVER talk to strangers!

Man what's up, this is Marcus I wanna know do y'all got somebody to talk to these triflin-ass women? I hope you women out there heard that! Ludacris, how do you feel about this particular situation? Awww yeah, welcome back to "Battle of the Sexes Radio" Where it is Shawnna Uh, yo, get your mind right niggaz get a bitch that can keep up wit'chu I'm tired of thinkin' to myself why in the hell did I ever fuck wit'chu I'm stuck wit'chu, sick of yo' childish games and all the stuff you do I'll probably mention yo' name but true to the game I've had enough of you I've seen yo' type befo', throwin' yo' funds all over the flo' He flashin his chains and flashin his dough, he drinkin' the fifths and drinkin' the Mo' But what you don't know this nigga broke, he can't even afford to smoke And back in the hood all the hustlers and G's know he's a joke That's why I cheat a nigga, just when he eat it I tell him beat it nigga Real bitches true to the game, that's how you G a nigga D. I run the streets, and you trippin' I don't make you feel safe I stay at home and you complainin that I think we need space I'm not sayin' that it's fair but it's the way that it is Ain't no nigga tryin' to marry you with four or five kids It may sound a little harsh but it's straight from the heart A nigga didn't write the scripts so I'm just doin' my part, yeah Preach my brother, preach! Interesting, Shawnna you wanna speak on this one? Yes it does, next caller what's up? All friends callin at 3: Like me, I'm a good man, but all these good men get treated like shit! Ludacris Yeah, get your money right ladies, learn to sign your own checks But don't call me after midnight, unless we havin' sex Don't ever assume nothin', a man gon' be a man A groupie gon' be a groupie, a fan gon' be a fan These tricks gon' keep trickin so hustlers gon' keep hustlin Long as there's new coochie then dogs gon' keep fuckin' So don't be all up in my phone replyin to women's pages I thought your momma told you you should NEVER talk to strangers! I'm a real man, I take care of home I take care of my kids, I'll pay all my bills I mean I ain't gon' lie, I may check a lil' female from time to time on the side Y'knowmtalkinbout, but what man don't? I Yo, get your money right ladies, tell the man to get gone But you don't you show up to my crib with your period on This is lesson one baby, listen, how should I begin? Y'all got somebody to talk to these women? Whatever happened to..? Don't ever ask no questions that you really don't want the answers to Stop poppin' off at the mouth or like Nino Brown I'll have to cancel you Handle you, stop the ride, leave you on the avenue Half of you, always seem to want some nigga to pamper you And that'll do for him but not for me, I'll probably baffle you And if he wants to act a fool I'll show him what the gat'll do Run along, go find somebody to snitch or go chit-chatter to Then your name will follow with "Ay! So how can I break this down to her? I you better talk to 'em! And you better believe they did, it's millions of people listening But that's our show for this evening ladies and gentlemen I gotta go get a piece of ass my damn self, all right? Um, ain't no such thing as a plutonic friend You're lying to yourself if you don't think you want mo' So don't you call me insecure when he show up at your do' You all claim to have substance, self-respect and some class But half naked in the club and steady shakin yo' ass Screamin I ain't done enough to touch you under your skirt But who the hell are you to tell me what my money is worth? This song is by Ludacris and appears on the album Battle of the Sexes Bots battle of the sexes



Y'all got somebody to talk to these women? Ludacris, how do you feel about this particular situation? Um, ain't no such thing as a plutonic friend You're lying to yourself if you don't think you want mo' So don't you call me insecure when he show up at your do' You all claim to have substance, self-respect and some class But half naked in the club and steady shakin yo' ass Screamin I ain't done enough to touch you under your skirt But who the hell are you to tell me what my money is worth? Ludacris Yeah, get your money right ladies, learn to sign your own checks But don't call me after midnight, unless we havin' sex Don't ever assume nothin', a man gon' be a man A groupie gon' be a groupie, a fan gon' be a fan These tricks gon' keep trickin so hustlers gon' keep hustlin Long as there's new coochie then dogs gon' keep fuckin' So don't be all up in my phone replyin to women's pages I thought your momma told you you should NEVER talk to strangers! Yes it does, next caller what's up? And you better believe they did, it's millions of people listening But that's our show for this evening ladies and gentlemen I gotta go get a piece of ass my damn self, all right? I hope you women out there heard that! Shawnna Uh, yo, get your mind right niggaz get a bitch that can keep up wit'chu I'm tired of thinkin' to myself why in the hell did I ever fuck wit'chu I'm stuck wit'chu, sick of yo' childish games and all the stuff you do I'll probably mention yo' name but true to the game I've had enough of you I've seen yo' type befo', throwin' yo' funds all over the flo' He flashin his chains and flashin his dough, he drinkin' the fifths and drinkin' the Mo' But what you don't know this nigga broke, he can't even afford to smoke And back in the hood all the hustlers and G's know he's a joke That's why I cheat a nigga, just when he eat it I tell him beat it nigga Real bitches true to the game, that's how you G a nigga D. Awww yeah, welcome back to "Battle of the Sexes Radio" Where it is Interesting, Shawnna you wanna speak on this one? I you better talk to 'em! I'm a real man, I take care of home I take care of my kids, I'll pay all my bills I mean I ain't gon' lie, I may check a lil' female from time to time on the side Y'knowmtalkinbout, but what man don't? This song is by Ludacris and appears on the album Battle of the Sexes Don't ever ask no questions that you really don't want the answers to Stop poppin' off at the mouth or like Nino Brown I'll have to cancel you Handle you, stop the ride, leave you on the avenue Half of you, always seem to want some nigga to pamper you And that'll do for him but not for me, I'll probably baffle you And if he wants to act a fool I'll show him what the gat'll do Run along, go find somebody to snitch or go chit-chatter to Then your name will follow with "Ay! Man what's up, this is Marcus I wanna know do y'all got somebody to talk to these triflin-ass women? I run the streets, and you trippin' I don't make you feel safe I stay at home and you complainin that I think we need space I'm not sayin' that it's fair but it's the way that it is Ain't no nigga tryin' to marry you with four or five kids It may sound a little harsh but it's straight from the heart A nigga didn't write the scripts so I'm just doin' my part, yeah Preach my brother, preach! Like me, I'm a good man, but all these good men get treated like shit! Whatever happened to..?

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Man what's up, this is Marcus I wanna know do y'all got somebody to talk to these triflin-ass women? Whatever happened to..? Don't ever ask no questions that you really don't want the answers to Stop poppin' off at the mouth or like Nino Brown I'll have to cancel you Handle you, stop the ride, leave you on the avenue Half of you, always seem to want some nigga to pamper you And that'll do for him but not for me, I'll probably baffle you And if he wants to act a fool I'll show him what the gat'll do Run along, go find somebody to snitch or go chit-chatter to Then your name will follow with "Ay! Like me, I'm a good man, but all these good men get treated like shit! Interesting, Shawnna you wanna speak on this one? Ludacris, how do you feel about this particular situation? All friends callin at 3: I'm a real man, I take care of home I take care of my kids, I'll pay all my bills I mean I ain't gon' lie, I may check a lil' female from time to time on the side Y'knowmtalkinbout, but what man don't? I you better talk to 'em! Yes it does, next caller what's up? Um, ain't no such thing as a plutonic friend You're lying to yourself if you don't think you want mo' So don't you call me insecure when he show up at your do' You all claim to have substance, self-respect and some class But half naked in the club and steady shakin yo' ass Screamin I ain't done enough to touch you under your skirt But who the hell are you to tell me what my money is worth?

Bots battle of the sexes



And you better believe they did, it's millions of people listening But that's our show for this evening ladies and gentlemen I gotta go get a piece of ass my damn self, all right? I hope you women out there heard that! All friends callin at 3: I'm a real man, I take care of home I take care of my kids, I'll pay all my bills I mean I ain't gon' lie, I may check a lil' female from time to time on the side Y'knowmtalkinbout, but what man don't? I you better talk to 'em! Shawnna Uh, yo, get your mind right niggaz get a bitch that can keep up wit'chu I'm tired of thinkin' to myself why in the hell did I ever fuck wit'chu I'm stuck wit'chu, sick of yo' childish games and all the stuff you do I'll probably mention yo' name but true to the game I've had enough of you I've seen yo' type befo', throwin' yo' funds all over the flo' He flashin his chains and flashin his dough, he drinkin' the fifths and drinkin' the Mo' But what you don't know this nigga broke, he can't even afford to smoke And back in the hood all the hustlers and G's know he's a joke That's why I cheat a nigga, just when he eat it I tell him beat it nigga Real bitches true to the game, that's how you G a nigga D. Ludacris Yeah, get your money right ladies, learn to sign your own checks But don't call me after midnight, unless we havin' sex Don't ever assume nothin', a man gon' be a man A groupie gon' be a groupie, a fan gon' be a fan These tricks gon' keep trickin so hustlers gon' keep hustlin Long as there's new coochie then dogs gon' keep fuckin' So don't be all up in my phone replyin to women's pages I thought your momma told you you should NEVER talk to strangers! Interesting, Shawnna you wanna speak on this one? I Yo, get your money right ladies, tell the man to get gone But you don't you show up to my crib with your period on This is lesson one baby, listen, how should I begin? This song is by Ludacris and appears on the album Battle of the Sexes Y'all got somebody to talk to these women? Don't ever ask no questions that you really don't want the answers to Stop poppin' off at the mouth or like Nino Brown I'll have to cancel you Handle you, stop the ride, leave you on the avenue Half of you, always seem to want some nigga to pamper you And that'll do for him but not for me, I'll probably baffle you And if he wants to act a fool I'll show him what the gat'll do Run along, go find somebody to snitch or go chit-chatter to Then your name will follow with "Ay! Awww yeah, welcome back to "Battle of the Sexes Radio" Where it is Man what's up, this is Marcus I wanna know do y'all got somebody to talk to these triflin-ass women? Like me, I'm a good man, but all these good men get treated like shit! Um, ain't no such thing as a plutonic friend You're lying to yourself if you don't think you want mo' So don't you call me insecure when he show up at your do' You all claim to have substance, self-respect and some class But half naked in the club and steady shakin yo' ass Screamin I ain't done enough to touch you under your skirt But who the hell are you to tell me what my money is worth? Yes it does, next caller what's up? Whatever happened to..? So how can I break this down to her? I run the streets, and you trippin' I don't make you feel safe I stay at home and you complainin that I think we need space I'm not sayin' that it's fair but it's the way that it is Ain't no nigga tryin' to marry you with four or five kids It may sound a little harsh but it's straight from the heart A nigga didn't write the scripts so I'm just doin' my part, yeah Preach my brother, preach! Ludacris, how do you feel about this particular situation?

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  1. Shawnna Uh, yo, get your mind right niggaz get a bitch that can keep up wit'chu I'm tired of thinkin' to myself why in the hell did I ever fuck wit'chu I'm stuck wit'chu, sick of yo' childish games and all the stuff you do I'll probably mention yo' name but true to the game I've had enough of you I've seen yo' type befo', throwin' yo' funds all over the flo' He flashin his chains and flashin his dough, he drinkin' the fifths and drinkin' the Mo' But what you don't know this nigga broke, he can't even afford to smoke And back in the hood all the hustlers and G's know he's a joke That's why I cheat a nigga, just when he eat it I tell him beat it nigga Real bitches true to the game, that's how you G a nigga D. Like me, I'm a good man, but all these good men get treated like shit!

  2. Whatever happened to..? Don't ever ask no questions that you really don't want the answers to Stop poppin' off at the mouth or like Nino Brown I'll have to cancel you Handle you, stop the ride, leave you on the avenue Half of you, always seem to want some nigga to pamper you And that'll do for him but not for me, I'll probably baffle you And if he wants to act a fool I'll show him what the gat'll do Run along, go find somebody to snitch or go chit-chatter to Then your name will follow with "Ay!

  3. Ludacris Yeah, get your money right ladies, learn to sign your own checks But don't call me after midnight, unless we havin' sex Don't ever assume nothin', a man gon' be a man A groupie gon' be a groupie, a fan gon' be a fan These tricks gon' keep trickin so hustlers gon' keep hustlin Long as there's new coochie then dogs gon' keep fuckin' So don't be all up in my phone replyin to women's pages I thought your momma told you you should NEVER talk to strangers! Man what's up, this is Marcus I wanna know do y'all got somebody to talk to these triflin-ass women? Um, ain't no such thing as a plutonic friend You're lying to yourself if you don't think you want mo' So don't you call me insecure when he show up at your do' You all claim to have substance, self-respect and some class But half naked in the club and steady shakin yo' ass Screamin I ain't done enough to touch you under your skirt But who the hell are you to tell me what my money is worth?

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