Artist: Scarface f/ Devin the Dude, Tela
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Typed by: [email protected]
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Raggedy-ass bitches
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That bitch ain't no good
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[ VERSE 1: Scarface ]
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Look at your face all frowned up
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The only thing you got goin for ya is your fake tits and round butt
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You're a rich nigga's worst mistake
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You're just a trophy, and what make matters worse you're fake
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A mall broad tryin to keep up with the Joneses
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Whatever they wear in the videos, you want it
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You tryin to find the nigga with the biggest contract
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To get you pregnant, so you can ride around and get fat
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And collect big money, with the baby all sharing
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Got a 18-year career from child bearing
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And only God knows what this kid'll go through
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Got mixed feelings about his dad cause of you
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The dollar signs popped up, that's what did it
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And dude, he was just as fucked up cause he hit it
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And now you out there buyin champagne for the club
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To me that's kinda fucked up
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[ CHORUS: Devin ]
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Only your mother could love you
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Much too freaky, you're easy
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And I wouldn't would fuck you
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I ain't never had to pay for mine
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Only your mother could love you
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Much too sneaky, you're freaky
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And I wouldn't would fuck you
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I wouldn't give a broke bitch a dime
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[ VERSE 2: Devin ]
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You used to turn up your funky-ass nose before I even stepped up
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I guess fuckin with me just wouldn't keep your rep up
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I used to think about you when I'd go sleep, even dream
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Of fuckin you without a rubber, fillin your pussy with cream
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But when I wake and see you again, it be the same old shit
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I finally realized you just a plain old bitch
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Started gettin my shit tight rockin shows every night
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Gettin my dick sucked, fuckin hoes left and right
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Workin hard to blow up, now you wanna show up
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With your stretch mark titties and pussy lips all towed up
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I heard you got married, that was it you thought
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Until he kicked your ass and took back all the shit that he bought
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Now you're lookin for a shoulder to lean on
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Bitch, I sho' hate it, cause my shit is dis-located
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You was the only one I was thinkin of
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But now you got a face only your mother could love
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[ CHORUS ]
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Break it down
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[ Devin ]
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I can't do nothin for ya
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Only your mother could love ya
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I can't do nothin for ya
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Aight, check this out
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[ VERSE 3: Tela ]
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Look, Young Tela a pimp by force, not a pimp by choice
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See, these bitches ain't playin when it come to the courts
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They'll fold you like some foil when it comes to support
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And you niggas out here trickin like nature takes its course
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I'ma spit it till you're fitted, it's your main employ
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See, I was trained and I was taught that a pimp keeps a choice
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But you lames gotta change when you gave the whore a port'
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One weekend at the Allstar and the bitch bought a Porsche?
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I ain't mad, girl, flip em, you can get em, look we did it
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Cause his mind was all twisted off the aether from the clinic
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Now hit it, oh lawdy, look at shawty
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Mission hit your boy for a four and a forty
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Miss done get your Ford for a house - "Help me homie"
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See, I can give a fuck about your loss cause you're phoney
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You'se a lame and she seen it in your heart from the start
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Why she ripped yo ass apart? It was lying in her cards
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But eh, she'll only come up with another, I don't trust her
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But she got one hell of a hustle
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You black-hearted bitch, you are full of lies
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So like go on and suck Young Tela and die
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[ CHORUS ]
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Only Your Mother
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Scarface |