The Manual

Where her and her girl from D.C. used to bust checks

And hold the coke her niggas ain't sold yet

In hopes the cops don't know about all this

Shit, for all that you go through

Just wanna let you know, hoes need love too

Niggas need to read the manual

To separate your housewife from a ho

'Cause there's no rules to this shit here

Am I makin' myself clear?

What she don't know won't hurt at all

So keep big pimpin' on the low

'Cause there's no rules to what I do

And I know hoes need love too

Fake nails, fake breasts, fake eyes too

It's '04 and that's kinda what we used to

Plus you don't holler back like you used to

But I ain't mad at ya

I'm happy for a bitch even if I can't have her

I remember when you was down in Atlanta workin' gentlemen's club

And you didn't even know what a gentleman was

40 To love and I wanna serve

That body like Serena's with less curves

But actions speak louder than words

And you gettin' your money, mami, every month, fifteenth and first

Shit could be worse, you could be in the struggle

Or born with no ass and have nothin' to hustle

Go on, flex your muscle, 'cause that ain't the case, is it?

Go and get your paper, keep flossin' on these bitches

'Cause for all that you go through

Just thought I'd let you know, hoes need love too

I'm fuckin' with you

Niggas need to read the manual

To separate your housewife from a ho

'Cause there's no rules to this shit here

Am I makin' myself clear?

What she don't know won't hurt at all

So keep big pimpin' on the low

'Cause there's no rules to what I do

And I know hoes need love too

Niggas need to read the manual

To separate your housewife from a ho

'Cause there's no rules to this shit here

Am I makin' myself clear?

What she don't know won't hurt at all

So keep big pimpin' on the low

'Cause there's no rules to what I do

And I know hoes need love too

Haha, yeah

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