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Ok, I'm looking for a thick chick
Threw her on the wishlist
Every single day I'm tryna figure how to get this
I was getting money then the whole mood shifted
Met her while working, yeah I was serving rib tips
Love her too much so I tell her all my business
Know about my job and she know about them quick flips
Feeling like I'm Coi Leray, showing her the blick blick
Every time I look at her, gotta do a lip lick
I wanna show her off, but it's something about
Everybody looking at her, it just f*ck with my scalp
I ain't insecure, I don't want her stuck in the house
But talking to her like she single, get you punched in the mouth
They like, "you gon' fight over some pussy?"
Tuh, nigga, hell yeah!
And I'll even kill a nigga, go to jail, yeah
And be proudly bragging bout it in my cell, yeah
You way outta bounds, lil' homie, watch your step
Get to actin' foul, and you bout to get a tech
She ain't looking at you, cause she messing with the best
Everything I do is great, she don't settle for the less
And if you act out, then my hands around your neck
So think about that before sending out that text
I'll die for my shorty, I'll die for my respect
I'll die for my son, and I'll die about a check
Stand up for what I want, I ain't living in fear
Grab my little baby, whisper right in her ear
Tell her if it's issues, don't be crying no tears
Just point them out to me, and everything getting cleared
Help you take the body, throw it right off the pier
You be crying over lames, I'm a whole 'nother tier
I'mma show you something special, baby, this a premiere
You was praying for a lover, and it made me appear
And I think we meant to be, we ain't breaking up
We fall out, I'm a mack, so we making up
Make money all day, then we making love
And you can never get between us, cause you ain't a thug
You soft, knock your lights out, you ain't waking up
I ain't a killer, baby girl, don't be shaken up
I just ain't going for it, tell them boys don't play with us
Having her's amazing luck, gotta keep her safe and stuff
You way outta bounds, lil' homie, watch your step
Get to actin' foul, and you bout to get a tech
She ain't looking at you, cause she messing with the best
Everything I do is great, she don't settle for the less
And if you act out, then my hands around your neck
So think about that before sending out that text
I'll die for my shorty, I'll die for my respect
I'll die for my son, and I'll die about a check
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