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Featuring Dibiasi & Jane Doe [Verse 1: Ransom] Trick wants game, who? they ain't what Ran do Know a lot of niggas that'll love to command you Ran 9/11, white legs, but the lamb blue Let the broads get it, that's the one thing I can't do Brought her to the crib, she ain't never want to leave Put the same clothes on, now she's sweating out of weed Wait a second I believe, she was checking my degrees Told a nigga hit it raw, I ain't catching your disease I know you wonder why she even in the house Told her make herself at home, now I feed up on the couch Tried to give her ass a hint, like I'm leaving you, I'm out Told me keep it on the low cause you're cheating on your spouse Peg Bundy, married with a baby Found a nigga daddy get some karats for his lady Knocked up with that, I wouldn't have that if you paid me Where you live? Right here? Get your ass out my Mercedes [Verse 2: Dibiasi] Fuck you, leave you, that's what Di do Busy chasing money, I'mma see you when I see you Tell it to your face, boo, I'm not the one to chase you Replace you, erase you, and that's word to Jesus Had to dress every day, a freak of flying Letras de cancionesIn the malls every day, I'mma frickin' buy you? You just talk about it, you're a freaking liar Trying to be like me, but you can't I frikin try you Back to baby girl, trying to rock your lady world Lift her in the air like ways doing baby curls I'm the Bench & Givenchy Jumping in and out the Bentley, same color as ment leaves That's why these nigga resent me If not that, there's a bitch who is envi- First she fell in love, with that nigga Then you fell in love with me cause I'm that nigga [Verse 3: Jane Doe] I was in one bedroom, living in the projects Studios on a yacht, cash on my concepts Was a young lady, born in the 80's Whip sweet like pastries, 80 on the Mercedes If Anna made me Django getting crazy Ran come for the lady, AK's and 3 80's Ladies wanna taste me, niggas wanna date me Cut offs and pasties , butts off then taste it I be like nigga please, Jane everything a nigga need Heart so cold, I don't know how they be sweating me Using these niggas, they be mad but they be letting me Pussy have them make them beg, call like they're referees Best believe these bitches try everything to get to me My hands in the sand, layed up under the canopy Pink and black Glock like what you think though Butt to the head: Ocho Cinco It's ridiculous what niggas do to get look at this How they're stalking me, twit pic-ing this Never hitting this, none of y'all ever getting this All my exes out in Texas, force to reminisce 'Member this, Jane as good as it gets I'm the vet, no Khaled, but I swear that I'm the best Watch me kill 'em with the no, I don't even break a sweat That's the bet, get it, go ahead dady, cash the check From Letras Mania