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(Damn, Chose, beat this ***** up) (Ain't that DJ Chose over there?) (Hmm, look like DJ Chose) Yeah, yeah I take you on a shoppin' spree Buy you all new designer things (Designer things) She wet, she need a wedding ring I'ma show you all the better things (All the better things) Buyin' you them purses, a Louis bag and Birkins (And a Birkins) I be screamin', "Fuck them bitches", losin' you it ain't worth it (Hmm, it ain't worth it) We done beat the odds and they hate that (They hate that) You done been my girlfriend sincе way back (Since way back) Now I got no choice but to put you in that Royce Or wе can make love in that Maybach (In that Maybach) It can't get no better (Hmm-hmm) She got Dior, put it on in any weather (Hmm-hmm) Ain't no better feeling than us two sharin' together (Hmm-hmm) I told you I stopped fuckin' with these bitches, you can't let 'em (Hmm-hmm) Fuck your head up And our secrets that we got, I ain't telling them I can't lie, you had made me fall in love, wasn't expectin' that (Wasn't expectin' that) You real, you get respect for that (Hmm, hmm) Letras de cancionesMy ex head was extra wack And no you never stingy with that kitty, don't make me beg for that, at all Hmm, hmm-hmm, hmm, hmm-hmm Can you see a ring? Hmm, hmm, hmm We done beat the odds and they hate that You done been my girlfriend since way back Now I got no choice but to put you in that Royce Or we can make love in that Maybach (In that Maybach) And it was times you had gave me what I ain't had (It was times you had gave) You was with me through the bad, you the reason that I rap (You the reason that I rap) I just kept makin' you mad 'cause I was drillin' with my man (With my man) But I knew that you was solid when you told me wear a mask (Hmm-hmm) You rode me with no condom Our feelings we evolve 'em (Hmm-hmm) And I'm here to cure your problems And my problems you gon' solve 'em I'll put yo ass in some new shit (In some new shit) You can't be regular, we headin' up to Ruth Chris (Woo, woo) It can't get no better (Hmm-hmm) She got Dior, put it on in any weather (Hmm-hmm) Ain't no better feeling than us two sharin' together (Hmm-hmm) I told you I stopped fuckin' with these bitches, you can't let 'em Fuck your head up (Hmm-hmm) We done beat the odds and they hate that We done beat the odds and they hate that Oh, so adorable, and you so oh shit, oh shit Adorable, adorable You're so adorable Even a street nigga need love Put you in a Rolls Royce, hmm I swear that I'll be [?], hmm, hmm, hmm From Letras Mania