You know, it's somethin you girls don't understand about the fast life
You might be a figga's last wife
And one thing about money
it's a heart breaker
and a widow maker
So you wanna run around with your little drugs and thugs
and keep buggin, baby
[ VERSE 1 ]
She love to be infatuated with the gangland-
Street-dwellin felon, judges use to play hangmen
On the low she was a TLC creeper
Got her phone disconnected and somehow got a beeper
Then she tried to run that 'only I got the number'
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