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Baby, cook some´ Took the 95 to the 110 Headed your way, through the pape´ and drape Through the yellow tape, blew the motor, got the Toyota on the tow way Took it to José, it took him four days He said, "It´s the transmission," I said, "No way," uh Them the days we couldn´t buy no gourmet Forget the bad things that happened with the foreplay So when we walkin´ in any venue, it´s a light show Catch a dinner and a movie, wear your nice clothes
I throw the burner phone away, I go ice cold Can´t lose my main bitch fuckin´ with my side hoes I know she mad when the text is full of typos She ask me ´bout this chick Alexis, she like 5´4", uh She don´t care about me, she entitled I´m fuckin´ her and I fucked the bitch she idol I´m inspired by the women with no rivals I´m inspired by the women that wanna be politicians Inspired by the women that leisure is "go and get it" The independent women that never need men to listen I caught my mama cryin´ ´bout dude, I couldn´t get it And since then, I hated every boyfriend she been with