Consignment 38 Spesh

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[Intro]
What the fuck
Snitch ass nigga ain't answering my motherfuckin' calls, man
My money already looking funny
Shit, I knew I shouldn't have gave this dumb ass nigga no motherfuckin' work, man
Uh, uh, yo, uh

[Verse 1]
Now I've been serving this nigga for six months
Tell the truth, he ain't been short on my shit once
But I ain't heard from this nigga in six weeks
Hope he don't think shit's sweet—

*DJ scratches*

[Verse 1]
Uh, now I've been serving this nigga for six months
Tell the truth, he ain't been short on my shit once (38 Special)
But I ain't heard from this nigga in six weeks
Hope he don't think shit's sweet
I tried to give him the benefit of the doubt
But then I got strapped and made a visit to his house
Now his bitch sayin' she ain't heard from him
He ain't called in over a month, the nerve of him
Shit, but now I'm thinking, "Is this bitch lyin'?"
So I pulled out a strap, hit her with the iron, smack
"Bitch, you better tell me the truth
I know he ain't disappear and didn't pay me my loot, right?"
And then the bitch starts screamin'
"Special, I ain't seen him, please please believe me"
I told the bitch, "You ain't got to cry
You ain't gon' die, just tell him I stopped by"

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