[Tela]
 It was this bitch that I knew back from '86
 Graduated and made it from the college of dicks
 Now who the fuck you be, bitch you know me
 Tryin to act solo, down low, hush-hush, and lo-key
 Nah hoe I ain't po', where did my motherfuckas go
 I remember this hoe, she used to do nails for Rochelle's, well
 How the hell you been since I had no job
 Hum, why don't you give me some
 Cause you know I flow and run for Suave
 Nah, all of that was on the couch
 No doubt y'all records spin, y'all shippin in gold
 It's cold On The Outside Lookin In (Brrrr!)
 You'd besta make yourself worthy
 Cause I got a click of niggaz ready to get their johnson very dirty
 You heard me push these thirty dicks, inside your pearly clit
 Ain't this a bitch
 I remember when you would not give me shit
 Now you down for them habits
 Put your numbers on them naturals
 Make it snappy cause I got to go to the bathroom

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 Hoes with no clothes sho nuff
 Shakin that ass in the club nigga what?
 Hoes with no clothes sho nuff
 Shakin that ass in the club nigga what?
 Hoes with no clothe sho nuff
 Shakin that ass in the club nigga what?
 Hoes with no clothes sho nuff
 Shakin that ass in the club nigga what?, Suave love

 [Eightball]
 No different from the rest
 She's just an ordinary hoe
 Hair extensions, long nails, ass thicker than gumbo
 Make it fast, takin cash, shakin ass in the mix
 Tens turn to twenties and twenties come from plenty tricks
 Niggaz in love
 Can't stay out the club
 All in the hoe's face
 But at the end of the paper chase, whatever you had will be erased
 I see him in the back
 Countin up that chedder
 Talkin' loud, smokin hay, makin clouds, gettin ready for the crowd
 I think I know one
 I remember you, oh yes I do
 Tryin to hide side from me and my crew, but ain't no love lost boo
 What time the club close, at 3
 What's up, you comin with me
 We can smoke up mad trees after you get up off your knees
 You want some cheese
 Hoes don't stay at the suave house
 Hoes around my nuts like knats
 Real dogs don't pay for cats, dats
 For real baby
 Recognize and sho me love, dig that shit, sho nuff

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 [MJG]
 Well I be God damned, this shy ass hoe
 Wants to get close to me
 A few years back in the past, you wouldn't of even noticed me
 Quoting the, lyrics of the songs that you know I flow
 Lookin for, confidants, and tickets to my next show
 Check yo' bitch
 In these short ass pants and blow up dresses
 I can tell they freaky with out three guesses
 Oh yes it's very true
 Your bitches be needin me, leavin you
 Hell, now what the fuck is a nigga like me supposed to do
 Let her loose or let her remain
 Cause all she be lookin for is some fame
 A bigger name
 Look, this thang with bigger game
 And she claim she ain't heard my music
 Tryin to trick me
 So I told that hoe my name Bill Bigsley
 She still hit me
 Now she, killin my dick softly with her mouth and I
 Really just don't plan on takin it out cause I
 MJ fuckin G you needs to knows 'bout these hoes shakin
 They ass with no clothes like some pros, sho nuff

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