[Intro]
  Ughh, ladies, y'know how that sayin' goes
  Be careful what you ask for in life
  Cuz you just might get it
  Dependin' on what you ask for, what you get?
  You might not be able to get out of
  You heard? Ughh
  
  [Foxy]
  Niggas might take advantage if you let 'em
  Play your cards right, and if you fuck 'em in the same night
  Make sure that he don't snitch
  Must be up to sumpin' or be lyin' on his dick
  Shit, you know how niggas flick from gettin' pussy to head
  'Til you spent yo' brant and blew his dick
  Especially if he trick, shit
  Don't complain bitch, do yo' thang and cop that ring
  
  When he hit you with that game, you be like
  "A'ight, dude, whatever" and sleep on it
  Put like a week on it, get the Benz Jeep and creep on it
  Do you like yeah, faggot, screw you
  Fuck am I to do now? Just lay back like I'm that lame bitch
  Dude, I'm that same bitch, don't you know? Never cross no hoe
  Especially if she was Wifee and she know where the snatch go
  Fuck you wildin' fo'? Who you stylin' fo'?
  And the truth is he fuckin' with the deuce kid
  He don't know that I stick and move
  Get him right for that Chyna White
  Nothing to lose, and I see right through him
  Yeah, we fuckin' tonight
  And the Duke ain't what he talkin' then I'm truckin' tonight
  And if he sweet with the big ones, I'm lucky tonight
  And if he packin' like he yappin', I'm doin' him right
  
  1 - [Noreaga]
  Yo, when your man ain't fuckin' you right
  And the dope that he singing
  In the hood ain't that Chyna White
  We say fuck 'em, fuck 'em
  Cuz he just ain't right
  We say fuck 'em, fuck 'em
  Cuz he just ain't tight
  
  Yo, when your man ain't fuckin' you right
  And the dope that he singing
  In the hood ain't that Chyna White
  We say fuck 'em, fuck 'em
  Cuz he just ain't right
  We say fuck 'em, fuck 'em
  Cuz he just ain't tight
  
  [Foxy]
  Ughh, mostly, they'll play you closely
  Especially if you fuckin' 'em, and he think you trustin' him
  Damn bitch, you lovin' 'em, impressed like that
  Bomb head, e'ry night, is the sex like that?
  Yeah, you ain't know, I would stress like that
  Over due, not his ones, he don't handle like that
  Shoulda known not to fuck wit no light weight cats
  Rollin' doves in his stacks, I ain't fuckin' wit that
  I'm like 'Dude, where the fuck is yo' big heads at?'
  And you know how I get down, I don't pumps like that
  Plus he act funny, and he only fuck with track money
  And I'm, seven zero platinum-plat money, it's not a game, nigga
  And like Sparkle, Be Careful What You Say, nigga
  The kind of cat that make wonder if he was sent to do this
  Put it down for you, first chick he ever cried fo'
  Never had a chick that raps like this
  Ain't impressed for no C cuz we straight like this
  And he makes it very clear baby mothers don't exist
  They just some Fox haters and condom breakers, ya heard?
  
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  [Foxy]
  Ughh, the situation is
  Y'all chicks be fuckin' with that mistress shit
  Bad broke, if not for the dough, I splits with the quickness
  Pleads no fifths, leaves no traces, ya heard?
  What the fuck is this? Payback shit?
  Is it God striking me for some way back shit?
  I'm like, damn, was the bitch really foul like this?
  And my loc'ing just to think I should slash my wrist
  Am I seven for me thinkin' I should total my six
  Or just straight spazz out, fuck his man and split
  Take the code to the safe and just empty his bricks
  On the low, but I know that he love when I flip
  Ya'll bet the note, had him throw the smash game
  Shit, I got the ring bitch and his last name
  Any bitch could do a nigga whole bit
  Any bitch could luck up and have a kid
  Any chick could fuck a nigga for spite
  But the nigga got to love you if he make you his wife
  Ughh, ya'll chicks is lonely, I'm ownin' that dick
  And on top of all this bullshit, I'm still his chick
  
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