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pus*y-a*s nigga pus*y-a*s nigga pus*y-a*s nigga You tried to play hard, but we pulled your cord You're just a do-boy 'cause your boss is in charge Tryin' to play big money, ain't it sad, ain't it funny You're so blind you can't see that you're really playin' dummy Gucci rags and Bronze, shinin' grills of chrome Frontin' in a caddy you don't even own You're soft, and you know that we know it You try to hide it, but can't help but show it Now the trues and vogues Pull the hoes with nice figures But on the 'ave Pou're a pus*y-a*s nigga pus*y-a*s nigga pus*y-a*s nigga pus*y-a*s nigga pus*y-a*s nigga with pistol in hand Comin' out of my room to the next man It's a problem you had since you were a child Always tryin' to be down but actin' stupid and wild I remember way back just to be exact We laughed at your a*s when you got jacked So, f**k-a*s nigga, here's something to remember No matter what you try, you're a pus*y-a*s nigga pus*y-a*s nigga pus*y-a*s nigga pus*y-a*s nigga You fix up your hoes like you fix your cars Give 'em rag-top heads, make 'em project stars You buy 'em Gucci bags, even Louie Baton Spendin' all your money just to get some And when you go out of town and stand on stage Gettin' jerked by the man instead of paid Now put a gun to your head, then pull the trigger Now rest in peace, pus*y-a*s nigga pus*y-a*s nigga pus*y-a*s nigga pus*y-a*s nigga ...