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[Female on phone]
Let's call this motherf*cker and see where he at
I bailed his ass out of jail three days ago and this n*gga ain't called me back yet

[Phone ringing twice]

[Female on phone (Male)]
(Hello)
n*gga where you been, I called you like six times
(Hold on, hold on b*tch, I'm in here tryna turn the soft into hard, you know what I do)
[?] I put my house and my car on loan to get your black ass out of jail
(Hold on b*tch, I wouldn't give a f*ck if you put your momma's insurance policy up b*tch, I'm tryna handle my business)
I don't give a f*ck about all that sh*t, when you gon' give me my motherf*cking money back n*gga, I want my sh*t back
I know you're out there f*ckin' some b*tch, you dirty di*k ass n*gga
(Yeah b*tch and this dirty di*k be all in your [?] ass, b*tch
You gon' make me get out this trunk and [?] you ho)
Baby you know I'm sorry, come over here and get some of this pus*y, you know I love you
(Look at here, b*tch, if you love me so much, what we need to do is take a ride to the mortuary, dig your father up, let me get that class ring up his finger, run through his pockets and we gon' close the casket and get up out of there, that's street love, b*tch!)
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