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2study Intro: Kendrick Lamar I got a story to tell You know that I cherish thee Hope it ain't too many feelings involved Chorus 1: Lil Wayne I see niggas in this bitch, stuntin', poppin' bottles Gettin' drunk with these bitches Then when they leave they get followed Fall asleep with that bitch and really don't know much about her Then she let us in, we take all of your shit And when you wake up, she help you try to find it, I love it Verse 1: Lil Wayne I be with bitches that be with bitches That be with niggas with riches I tell her, "Get 'em," she say, "I got you" I say, "No, bitch, I say get him" And they so pretty, and their hair lengthy He hit it and sleep on her titties Then she give us the word, we come through with AKs It's a stick-up, she scream like a victim Now you feelin' so silly I smoke color purple, I'm up in here feelin' like Celie (ooh) Nappy-ass dreads, what's that you say? Watch your mouth, Milli Vanilli (ooh) You can get snaked, you can get faked Out by the bitch that you feelin' 'Cause you thought that she was an angel That bitch ain't no angel, I treat her halo like a frisbee And you tellin' your business, she tell me your business You tell that bitch what you feelin' All of the beans you be spillin' To you, she lie through her teeth cavities, fillin's She know where you hide to tell me where it's hidden She know when you're gone, tell me when to visit We break in your home and take the specifics And meanwhile, the bitch is on vacation with him So she don't get blamed, we don't snatch chains We find out addresses, and we don't leave messes You'll only know that it's gone when you check it Then your first thought is to start second guessin' She say, "What's wrong?" He say, "Nothin', keep restin'" She say, "What's missin'?", "How you know somethin' missin'?" He scratch his head, she say, "Get back in bed" And she gave him some head Boy, you can't trust them bitches, and then she say ooh Chorus 2: Lil Wayne I see niggas in this bitch stuntin', poppin' bottles Gettin' drunk with these bitches Then when they leave they get followed I be with bitches that know the bitches That's with the niggas we followin' Get them on the line, stay two cars behind And tell them hoes, "Don't be so obvious!" Mona Lisa, long hair, don't care She handle the business and don't ever tell She bite the bullet and cough up the shells She tell 'em, "Ooh, daddy, let's go to your place!" And if he say yeah, then we meet him there She feed him lies with his silverware She don't want love, she just want her share Verse 2: Lil Wayne I know a bitch named Liz This nigga think she his 'cause she tell him that it is So he tell her all his secrets, he tell her all his fears And then she tell me and I be all ears And then I go and tell my people and they already know him And then I call Liz and she say he comin' over I say, "Good girl, just remember what I told ya" She gave me the salute, I say, "Girl, you're a soldier" We're waitin' outside, watch him pull up Walk up to the door and right before he knock She open the door naked, she left it unlocked They started French kissin' so he didn't see moi And then she let him in, they stopped on the couch Music up loud with his head in the clouds Turn that shit down and I scared the piss out of him Piss a nigga off, put a gun to his frown Nigga, turn around, I ain't here to fuck around I ain't here to fuck around, caught you wit' your pants down You know what it is, put your fuckin' hands up Liz, that's enough, you can put your hands down And then he looked dead at her and he shook his head at her She a good actress and you a dead actor You'll be dead after we get what we're after If Liz call you daddy, she about to be a bastard, oh I got way too many bitches that do anything for me, nigga But think for me, nigga Send her to you like she ain't for me, nigga I hope you alone like bankruptcy, nigga She pour you a drink, that drink on me, nigga She slip somethin' in it, now think for me, nigga Mona Lisa, I done painted the picture Mo-mona Lisa, out the frame on these niggas Pussy got you out of character, nigga You fall for these hoes off your ladder, my nigga Take everything that you have 'til you don't even have an opinion We have your attention And now you're lookin' down a barrel though, nigga Now she lookin' for her pantyhose, nigga We just lookin' for the casserole, nigga But she gon' show us where you stash it though, nigga Mona Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar Ah, every day she wake up with a different color makeup And a promise he gone take her to the movie and the mall Chillin' with the Laker, on the floor, fourth quarter Four minute on the clock, Black Mamba with the ball Paparazzi lookin' at 'em both poppin' up and take a picture, uh Probably on a Internet blog In a minute, he gon' be admittin' that he love her on his mother Man, he want to meet her mother by tomorrow Mona Lisa Pussy good enough, it got him sinnin' in the walls And he diggin' in it like he livin' in it Make a new religion with it, man a nigga 'bout to go against God Poetry in a pear tree Sweet tone like a hummingbird when she asked him Did he want to make love in a yellow taxi Never gave two fuck, jumped in the backseat Woke up in the morning to The Great Gatsby Then he dogged it again like the bitch Lassie I'm a dog in the wind, I'm a pit laughing I'ma call up again like I did last week Make good with the friend and I'm all jazzy Britney with the twin and the girl Ashley Found out that I fucked, he was unhappy Bitch, I never let the bullshit get past me Better yet, I wanna break up, don't you ask me 'Bout a motherfuckin' double standard, acting Fucking on another nigga, that's a negative alone But you sucked this dick, that's just nasty Matter of fact, bitch, gimme your phone! (No!) You fuckin' with Wayne's? (No!) Bitch, gimme your phone! (No!) Let me, let me take this call real quick (…lick me like a lollipop) He on your fuckin' ringtone? Is that the shit that you do? Touchin' yourself, lookin' at Kendrick videos Jump on the internet, watchin' his interviews I don't know what the fuck lately got into you Tell me who love you, I bet I love harder Forgot all the shit that I did for your daughter? The pampers, the Pedialyte and my momma Daycare after school and she never did charge her You scandalous as fuck and I hope you blow up You know what, I give up, let me go get my gun I got one in the chamber I'm plannin' on aimin' Goddammit, you know that the damage is done Bitch I'm emotional 'cause I'm in stress I'm not supposed to go through this, I guess So in conclusion, since you like rappers that's killin' that pussy I'm killin' myself Outro: Lil Wayne & Kendrick Lamar She say, ooh, Daddy, ooh, Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa Ooh, fake smile, Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa She say, ooh, no emotion, Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa Now he get the picture, Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa, yeah