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Wake up, wake up Don't know who you think you dealin' with No fake love Cause you f*ckin' with the realest me, no makeup [?] This bitches can't do nothin' for you, place bowls I guess it's no my place though, place though Ya I can tell my mom like me after talks in the kitchen And you said it's been a while since someone who gets it So I know you might wonder when would I let you hit it I throw the ass back, if it becomes a tradition I hold it down for you when you wanna roll aside [?] (they never satisfied) He still wanna f*ck with all the hoes, they don't even cut it close (they never satisfied) Early in the morning at the stove, breakfast for you, gold (they never satisfied) Ya I guess he never satisfied And I'm running out of time for Not to mention I'm a rich bitch With the fattest ass, and my house big With a lot of plats Twenty-seated jet, and I pay the tab Just to come cook you wat and I'd take it back Where you should know don't walk the tight road [?] Songtexte I hold it down for you when you wanna roll aside [?] (they never satisfied) He still wanna f*ck with all the hoes, they don't even cut it close (they never satisfied) Early in the morning at the stove, breakfast for you, gold (they never satisfied) Ya I guess he never satisfied Ya you know I hold it down for you babe Why you goin' through all that faces Where you going to baby Somewhere that you celebrated Tell'em ready, should be celebrating ya Celebrating I hold it down for you when you wanna roll aside [?] (they never satisfied) He still wanna f*ck with all the hoes, they don't even cut it close (they never satisfied) Early in the morning at the stove, breakfast for you, boy (they never satisfied) Ya I guess he never satisfied And I'm running out of time Aus Songtexte Mania