[Verse 1]
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They call me broke goose, up on me
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I'll leave you salty, clean like a bofty
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So girl... Yeah you boo, let me introduce you
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To a new crew, not familiar, ain't what you used to
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Hit Aruba, put it on youtube
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Let your ex-man see your new dude
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And new purse, and new shoes
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Tell em I win, haha you lose
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Dice game I fill up the bank
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Yo ex-man cant fill up your tank
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Damn that's mad triffe, talking bout the gas price
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All I do is look and say damn that's a sad life
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He bake beans just add rice
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No soft drinks, just mad ice
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Now you waiting in the cold for the bus
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Girl come roll with the rush, us!
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[Chorus]
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No delaying, ma stop playing
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I'm not playing but I'm saying
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What you saying are you staying
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Yeah I'm staying if you paying
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Huh what you say
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[Verse 2]
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Yall know me, bomb hoe's, condo's
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Crystal, Calico, Dom Mo
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Oh yeah, few John Doe's
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I'm on point like Rondo
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Get it here hurry up like pronto
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No no, no need convo
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And the raptors, Toronto
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Play with me you'll get your lawn mowed
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In dawn mode, that's code red
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No cars girl, got to moped
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Shout out to all my dope heads
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They made me rich, yeah more bread
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Now go head, for your head gone
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Fucked one girl, my bread long
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Got damn girl, your legs long
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She went down, she head strong
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Dude unlock them cuffs, so ma can roll with the rush, us!
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3]
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Yo Gina, that's Clara
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Yo clara, that's Sarah
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Yo sarah, that's Tara
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Call her, Ms. Mascara
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But she give a mean blowjob
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Go downtown, no prob
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Getting beano's, did the whole mob
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I don't work, no job
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Redford, I go rob
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Creme corn, no cob
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Bo ho, Bo ho, go sob
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That's your sob, oh god
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Rascal buckwheat
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Get braces, buckteeth
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Zoom out, now your in the dust
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Girl come roll with the rush, us!
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[Chorus]
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Silky (No Homo)
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Cam'ron |