[Dr. Ama] It's that crazy bitch Hollering at 5:46 in the morning, crack of dawning Now I'm yawning, wifey all in my eyes (Doc, who's that hitting you, and why?) It's my man Tameek, from across the street Said he in some beef, and need to speak, yo, ma, go back to sleep I'mma take this in the kitchen, so I won't disturb you In the kitchen, now, calm down, yo, what's the word, boo? (Remember that night, in your V, in the backseat Me sucking your dick, you puffing weed all in the Blackstreet) Maybe, I remember shit kinda vaguely Besides, you suck me off, don't come wit having my baby (Nigga, don't trip, you said to holla at you If I needs a little grip, homey, look out for a chick) I don't think so (what? Trynna play me like some stank hoe You know how this game go, run through your bank slow So, think fast, or I put you on blast wit ya stank ass Holla when you get the cash, quick fast) Damn, shorty trynna get me for my paper Damn, shorty trynna get me for my paper Damn, shorty trynna get me for my paper Damn, shorty trynna get me for my paper (I heard about the ice bagari, the black Ferrari Wit the Cali license plate, out of state Heard you moving guns from SK's to four pounds Plus your chick bath on some Brooklyn bitch across town I even heard about your second bitch, said you pay Humongous paper, nigga, I'mma scrape) for the undertaker It's gonna be alotta tear crying and why oh why'in Bitch, you come around my wifey wit the lying What you think all the condoms for? Never hit it raw, got a stack of Trojans in the drawer Plus I feed bitches the meatloaf, you cheap joke Come here and deepthroat, drink crum, beat ya feet, ho Damn, shorty trynna get me for my cream And this ain't a dream, honey's ain't always how they seem It's the one that play the side road, suck and swallow Then back to extort ya black ass tomorrow Bet ya Ama won't slip, I keep the stud tips And the rib rubbers wrapped around the dick So I can tear out ya innocense, put ya body in some strange positions Then bounce back against the wind I'm not stupid, don't believe in cupid Nah, no DNA for you miss, I gather loose pubics Leave as I came, no cum stains, on what remains Of your socket, your ass and lubes, should of packed it Opt it, extra hacks in the pocket So I can explode a whole load in your asshole Fuck around and get hardcore Beat that pussy til it's sore, no grease in ya backdoor Feel the nuts, slap the butt The more weed smoke I puff, the longer I fuck I don't give a fuck about you or your point of view What you gonna do when Doc Ama come for you I'm not the warning, bitch, you must be dumbing So long, I hear my wifey coming
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Copy to Clipboard: [Dr. Ama] It's that crazy bitch Hollering at 5:46 in the morning, crack of dawning Now I'm yawning, wifey all in my eyes (Doc, who's that hitting you, and why?) It's my man Tameek, from across the street Said he in some beef, and need to speak, yo, ma, go back to sleep I'mma take this in the kitchen, so I won't disturb you In the kitchen, now, calm down, yo, what's the word, boo? (Remember that night, in your V, in the backseat Me sucking your dick, you puffing weed all in the Blackstreet) Maybe, I remember shit kinda vaguely Besides, you suck me off, don't come wit having my baby (Nigga, don't trip, you said to holla at you If I needs a little grip, homey, look out for a chick) I don't think so (what? Trynna play me like some stank hoe You know how this game go, run through your bank slow So, think fast, or I put you on blast wit ya stank ass Holla when you get the cash, quick fast) Damn, shorty trynna get me for my paper Damn, shorty trynna get me for my paper Damn, shorty trynna get me for my paper Damn, shorty trynna get me for my paper (I heard about the ice bagari, the black Ferrari Wit the Cali license plate, out of state Heard you moving guns from SK's to four pounds Plus your chick bath on some Brooklyn bitch across town I even heard about your second bitch, said you pay Humongous paper, nigga, I'mma scrape) for the undertaker It's gonna be alotta tear crying and why oh why'in Bitch, you come around my wifey wit the lying What you think all the condoms for? Never hit it raw, got a stack of Trojans in the drawer Plus I feed bitches the meatloaf, you cheap joke Come here and deepthroat, drink crum, beat ya feet, ho Damn, shorty trynna get me for my cream And this ain't a dream, honey's ain't always how they seem It's the one that play the side road, suck and swallow Then back to extort ya black ass tomorrow Bet ya Ama won't slip, I keep the stud tips And the rib rubbers wrapped around the dick So I can tear out ya innocense, put ya body in some strange positions Then bounce back against the wind I'm not stupid, don't believe in cupid Nah, no DNA for you miss, I gather loose pubics Leave as I came, no cum stains, on what remains Of your socket, your ass and lubes, should of packed it Opt it, extra hacks in the pocket So I can explode a whole load in your asshole Fuck around and get hardcore Beat that pussy til it's sore, no grease in ya backdoor Feel the nuts, slap the butt The more weed smoke I puff, the longer I fuck I don't give a fuck about you or your point of view What you gonna do when Doc Ama come for you I'm not the warning, bitch, you must be dumbing So long, I hear my wifey coming
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