[Cadillac Don:] 

This For All The Ignorant Wanches Or Silly Baby Mamas And All These Bitches Walking Around In The Club Holding Each Others Hands Bitch Ya Mack Blockin Lemme Get To The Bench 



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Man Fuck Dat Bitch 

Fuck, Fuck Dat Bitch 

I Dont Love Dat Bitch 

I Dont Trust Dat Bitch 

U Can Fuck My Bitch Lemme Fuck Yo Bitch 

I Dont Love Dat Bitch I Dont Trust Dat Bitch 

Man Fuck Dat Bitch 

Fuck, Fuck Dat Bitch 

Fuck Dat Bitch 

Fuck, Fuck Dat Bitch 

Man Fuck Dat Bitch 

Fuck, Fuck Dat Bitch 

I Dont Love Dat Bitch 

I Dont Trust Dat Bitch 



[Verse 1: J-Money] 

Hold Up Baby Ima Tell Ya How I Feel, 

U Aint All Dat Yeah Its Time To Keep It Real, 

Thought U Was The World We Was Friends Then Lovers 

Found Out Later On U Just Like The Others 

Smile In Ya Face Tryna Get Me On The Low 

Tellin All Ya Friends That Ya Pimpin On Jo 

Tryna Pimp A Pimp Bitch Dats A No No 

Game Ova Baby Gotta Find Another Hoe 

Better Yet Call Up My Nigga Cadillac 

Im All In Her Mouth While He Hit From Da Back 

Call Big Fruit We Gone Do The Damn Thang 

Hit Young Star Now U Know We Gotta Train (Chu-Chu) 

No Hard Feelings Give A Fuck About A Bitch 

Cuz She'll Be The One Get Ya Caught Up In Some Shit 

Dats Why J-Money Aint Trusting Nan Bitch 

Mine As Well Gone Let Her Fuck Da Whole Click 

Okay 



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[Verse 2: Cadillac Don] 

(A Man, Yo Who Is It Man, Its Cadillac Don Man, Alright) 

Now Cuz U Walk Around The Club With Ya Nose Pointed In The Air 

Knowing That Ya Got Fake Eyes, Nails, And Fake Hair 

I Hate To See Some Bitches Walking Through The Club Holding Hands 

Know Yall Hoes Aint Got No Money Need To Be Tryna Find A Man 

Always Got Ya Hands Out Asking Me For A Drink 

Ima Buy U 10 And Later On Turn U Into A Freak 

I Could Fuck U By Myself But Call My Niggas Also 

B/4 Yo Ass So Many Times Gone Think U Was A Top Code 

Hit U Slow, Hit U Fast, In Yo Mouth, Make U Gage 

Used To Act All That Now We Treatin Yo Ass Like Trash 

Do It With No Hands Bitch In And Out All Day 

We Pitched In And Bought A Room But Hitting U In Da Hallway 

Dats What U Get Bitch For Acting So Cold (So Cold) 

We Send U Home Drunk Pussy Hole Swole (Hole Swole) 

U Wake Up Like What The Fuck Went On 

Check Da Internet U Front Page We Dead Ass Wrong 

But Man 



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