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InstrumentalChorusShe don’t want to fck me,So I pay her,So I can feel like she does,She really don’t want to fck wit me,So I, So IAnother lonely nightIn a titty bar with this black bunnyMoney hungry dyke,Ass big as hell I tip her wellIt’s only rightStuff we’ll requireMake a ngga feel admiredAnd that’s why she was hiredAnd I’m a regular customerI go to the clubEvery week just to fck wit herSlide her a dubKiss my cheek and start huggin a nggaLike we old friendsTake me to the back roomLike a ngga gon’ winWith a hundred bones to spendGot 4 lap dancesWhile I’m sippin on some ginDang, she let me touch on everythingKnown to manA ngga ran up and got fckedFor try’na touch something that don’t belong to himJust wait for the song to endThen you can have herTil then I’m the masterThe only one who can grab herThen afterI’ll get the ho to hug ya nightThen holla back at her when my bread get rightSometimes I feel likeChorusShe don’t want to fck me,So I Pay her,So I can feel like she does,She really don’t want to fck wit me,So I, So INow you can spot me in the barIn the back of the club every weekendCause I know that’s where she’ll be atSo I spy on her, peepinSeein just if she creepinAnd what the fuck is she wearinAnd which nggas is glaringNow I’m trippin, starin,At two nggas in the corner of the clubWit my ho, rubbin on her pantiesThat I bought wit my doughAnd yeah yeah manI know exactly what yall thinkinYall woulda been yankin that hoUp out the club and start shankinBut for some reasonI kept drankinDown my cupTold the bartender to make it a doubleLike I didn’t give a fckBut I really did, just couldn’t figure outWhy she’d been where she isFckin wit whoevers got the highest bidShe showin nggas where she liveGot a ride to her cribGot her momma watchin over the kidsNow she’s somewhere in the cityFull of alcohol, dicks and ballsAnd here’s my dumbass at the cribWaitin for the broad to callShe don’t want to fck me,So I Pay her,So I can feel like she does,She really don’t want to fck wit me,So I, So IMan I need my ass whooped nowFell in love with a hoAnd got my ass tookNow the gap is widerFrom when I last lookedNow I could afford a whoreNow she’s talkin about she needs a bit moreThan what nggas is givenTalkin about somethin’s missinRunnin some shit about how nggas don’t pay attentionSo I really didn’t listenTo her bitchinFightin and grabbinTil I find out now she’s Dick Van Dyke’nFemale voice:I got issues,too many to be foolin with youman look a’herethree mouths to feedyo knees to bleedI got a totally different agendawhat you talkin about misdemeanorgotta pay for schoolholes in me and my babies’ shoescan’t get a record dealI’m steady in the heelsbills overdueand after this long last songshit I’m throughyou ain’t got a clueyou here every weekyou a stalker

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