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"One Night"

[Chorus 2X: Mieva]
I don't want to love you
I just wanna, f*ck you
One night, one night, just wanna f*ck you

Oh b*tch you so fine, like a trampoline wit rocks you just shine
Be a real b*tch, let me hit it from behind
Which bed you wanna climb, throwin lace and sh*t
Just want the pus*y one time, let 'em know
I don't love 'em, I don't hate 'em neither
Best way to describe Begetz, is the faithful cheater
Ain't no rings on ya finger, is we f*ckin or what?
Pack a overnight bag, and still ya man trust
Said "guns turn me on" she got a thing for rappers
Gettin f*cked in the ass, face stuck in the mattress
Should of listened to Fire, every b*tch is liar
Ain't worth sh*t but a blunt and lighter, get high b*tch

I treat a b*tch like a ho, cuz a ho's a b*tch
You know it's Other People's Money that be makin them trick
They makin me sick, never stop suckin my di*k
Thinkin the n*gga runnin tricks cuz he sit in a six
I by Crys' just to spit on b*tch
Very Important Pimp, I know you hear that b*tch
You see this wrist? When the sky look like this, ya ass can skip
A b*tch will learn, first of all I don't pay for titties
Know you man, gettin hed in a Range, in the city
Hittin switches, while ya whole ass zip down my di*key
Avoidin hickeys, I don't love ya hoes for nothin
Smack a b*tch, and you think I'm frontin, playa, trick

[Chorus 2X]

[Fredro Starr]
Trick, what, lace who? I ain't Mase, boo
Fire is a n*gga that'll f*ck you and tape you
And show it to your face boo, not behind ya back
And let you see how you gettin murdered from the back
If it wasn't for the flicks would you be all on my di*k
When we f*ckin, you let a n*gga call you b*tch
When you suckin, will make you swallow all of my sh*t
Should of "Treat You Like a Prostitute" and listened to Rick
But the head got better, pus*y got wetter
Six months later, Begetz couldn't dead her
But guess what? I keep that b*tch broker than f*ck
Let her browse wit a cloud and started open her up
I brought her out though, shoes, just to open her up
It's coconuts, the way she sniff coke up the nuts
You know the rules, keep 'em pretty, never cash in the hand
That's what you get from a one night stand, don't move b*tch

[Chorus to end]

That's right b*tch, don't move, this Ice-T b*tch
Now you got real trouble, you know what I'm sayin
Fire let me holla at this ho
Yo b*tch, they told me if you knew better, you'd choose better
You know? You think long, you think wrong
The problem is b*tch, you can't swing a slow bat at a fast pitch
f*ck a n*gga like me, you might get rich
But it ain't gonna be all fun
You step outta poppin one muthaf*ckin inch
You better duck or run
I really can't get mad at you for not recognizin this izzy
Cuz if you ain't never had nothin
How the f*ck you supposed to get used to somethin
The true root of the problem wit most of ya broke ass hoses
You so muthaf*ckin used to losin
You can't even figure out what ya f*ckin, what

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