Yo what you doing here huh? (Hi I thought I'd drop by so nice to see you) Nice to see you too okay (It's been too long) Yeah you can leave now [Verse 1] Kanye that nigga with heavy dough Roll dro and a chevy low Told a long time ago you can't fuck every ho Whether in Jamaica or Cancun, Mexico Baby don't be scurred, shake that ass like Mystikal We got physical now she calling and beeping Call when I'm sleepin, call my girl claimin we creepin Bitch you nuts, look I only fucked you once How you gone get the message, I ain't called you in months Acting like Super Dave with them dumb ass stunts Talking bout girls I could get her whatever she want (Whatever I want) I'm like girls like you be wanted for warrants Stalking of course, alone on the phone disguising your voice Got your girls asking for Kay on the three way Talking bout (You can't call a bitch on her BDay?) Hmm, Tanisha its over with stop playin Nah nah it's over. (So what you saying?) Look you gotta bounce. (I don't wanna fuck with you) (Get your hands off me!) Bitch I ain't touching you Stop, Chill. Relax. okay You know what she told me? [Hook] I'm never letting go Never letting go Never letting go I'm crazy about you (No you just crazy) [Verse 2] You believe this ho, pop up everywhere I go Pop up at the show, pop up at the grocery store Pop up in my kitchen like, "Oh you wash dishes here?" Pop up in my bathroom, "Oh you take pisses here?" Listen here we gone need some distance here (Where I'm gone go?) I don't care, just disappear You ain't my main bitch not even my main squeeze Anyway, how the fuck you get a set of keys? First she used them on my crib, then she used them on my whip And wrote on the side, "Kanye you ain't shit" You believe this bitch? Man, did you see this shit!? Did she just knock my windows out on my Escalade? (Ha yeah nigga!) That's a twelve fuckin' hundred dollar estimate She must've took off all yesterday just to hate Restraining orders ain't stopping her She the reason caller I.D. so popular Across the street now with some fuckin binoculars Screaming at the top of her lungs, "I'm never letting go!" [Hook] [Verse 3] Had enough of the stalker shit got to put her in line Count back from ten when I got to nine I grabbed mine Before I gotta do what I gotta do after blue she lying Like "Nigga you put your hands on me for the last time" Tried to get you over your uncles to come and jump me Take my cash and punk me With my ass and trump me I stump them fuckin chunkies Just look at yo niece She beat her own ass and called the police (Pregnant with his baby yeah he still getting rough with me!) And to my crib scuff me up and put the cuffs on me My momma dropped that five hundo and got me out of custody Girl left a note on my door (Nigga don't ever fuck with me) And all the time I got to thinkin that I'm the man Hottest nigga on the block and shit I got a fan I'm like a swole nigga thought that he could lift the van Somebody please come and take this bitch up off my hands! You don't understand, man [Hook] Uh oh, uh oh, these hoes, these hoes, all the same, all the same All want a nigga with a chain Uh oh, uh oh, these hoes, these hoes, all the same, all the same Want a nigga whippin that range Uh oh, uh oh, these hoes, these hoes, all the same, all the same Want a nigga banging they brains Uh oh, uh oh, these hoes, these hoes, these hoes, these hoes, these hoes
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