
Thought I Knew MO3
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[Intro]
Zack say this what they want, yeah
(HoodWithAnotha1)
[Verse 1]
My partner told me that he loved a bitch
I said "Say no more, she off limits" (For real)
But he told mines that I'm cheating (Huh?)
'Cause he tryna fuck, he trippin' (What?)
I'll never put dick in my partner bitch, God is my witness (On God)
He drug my name for the pussy (Uh)
'Posed to be my nigga (Ha)
Homicide on my phone line for investigation 'bout a killing (Sir)
I can't tell you who did it (Nah)
But I can tell you I'm gettin' it (I'm gettin' it)
Bought an AP, matching Cuban link
Hundred bands for them bitches (Blaow)
I was broke, but I fixed it, yeah
Something like Bob the Builder, yеah
If you my nigga, then be my nigga
I ain't tryna be in compеtition, yeah
Shaking hands with my opposition
You being friendly, that shit is dead
Gotta stand on what you said
DM'd her and got left on read
Now that ho wanna give me neck
'Cause I'm on and stacked up my bread
That's why I'm solo (Solo)
Messy bitches, they want pictures, takin' photos (Photos)
That shit dead
Fuck being faithful, these are facts
'Cause these hoes be texting two or three niggas
That's that on that
Zack say this what they want, yeah
(HoodWithAnotha1)
[Verse 1]
My partner told me that he loved a bitch
I said "Say no more, she off limits" (For real)
But he told mines that I'm cheating (Huh?)
'Cause he tryna fuck, he trippin' (What?)
I'll never put dick in my partner bitch, God is my witness (On God)
He drug my name for the pussy (Uh)
'Posed to be my nigga (Ha)
Homicide on my phone line for investigation 'bout a killing (Sir)
I can't tell you who did it (Nah)
But I can tell you I'm gettin' it (I'm gettin' it)
Bought an AP, matching Cuban link
Hundred bands for them bitches (Blaow)
I was broke, but I fixed it, yeah
Something like Bob the Builder, yеah
If you my nigga, then be my nigga
I ain't tryna be in compеtition, yeah
Shaking hands with my opposition
You being friendly, that shit is dead
Gotta stand on what you said
DM'd her and got left on read
Now that ho wanna give me neck
'Cause I'm on and stacked up my bread
That's why I'm solo (Solo)
Messy bitches, they want pictures, takin' photos (Photos)
That shit dead
Fuck being faithful, these are facts
'Cause these hoes be texting two or three niggas
That's that on that
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