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Like let me get him Need no nigga for no paper Can you holla Nigga I don't need yo problems nah fuck that Nah fuck that I don't need no problem Trina! I ain't need no nigga for no paper, I'm a boss Trying to control me with his money, I'm a motherfuckin boss Can't get caught up with no broke nigga, excuses and problems He was lookin for a bad bitch, ain't your fuckin mama 40 dollar ass, nigga broke down, man Always need a fuckin lone, nigga, peddy ass nigga You got too much bagage, with no pot to piss in No money, no respect, don't expect me to listen Respect you? respect who Fuck you mean, when you ain't even know what respect do shit I walk it like I talk it, niggas intimidated How you want the baddest bitch when your pocket is frustrated, nigga Like let me get him Need no nigga for no paper Can you holla Nigga I don't need yo problems nah fuck that You prolly got a bitch, come with a kid Come with a ring, come with a crib And I ain't got no time to chill with no pussy Like let me get him Need no nigga for no paper Can you holla Nigga I don't need yo problems nah fuck that You prolly got a bitch, come with a kid Come with a ring, come with a crib And I ain't got no time to chill with no pussy I can't be fuckin wit no niggas that be fuckin with no bitch Cause my pussy way too good to let you put it in yo mix With yo messy ass BM in my DM Steady reaching bitch you tweakin' Goin' live end that shit Bitch go inside Call yo nigga set him straight Bitch you can't put me in my place You ain't even on my level, this like dancin' with the devil He ain't tell me shit about your ole stupid ass I see you lurking on fake pages ole groupie ass Please don't make me hurt yo feelings Don't come at me as a woman Bitch don't put me in yo business Give no fuck about yo children Split that pussy nigga lip Kick him out hoe make a move Cause bitch I ain't for playing games But I ain't never played to lose Like let me get him Need no nigga for no paper Can you holla Nigga I don't need yo problems nah fuck that You prolly got a bitch, come with a kid Come with a ring, come with a crib And I ain't got no time to chill with no pussy Like let me get him Need no nigga for no paper Can you holla Nigga I don't need yo problems nah fuck that You prolly got a bitch, come with a kid Come wit a ring, come with a crib And I ain't got no time to chill with no pussy Like let me get him Need no nigga for no paper Can you holla Nigga I don't need yo problems nah fuck that Nah fuck that I don't need yo problems
Writer(s): Dwayne Carter, Tauheed Epps, Chancelor Bennett Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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