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My man Rico MDB in the house My dog Z man with the chain My dog TC over here, grillin' on gold, extended comma, grease rod Lookin' for the truth, for the truth Tell me what you want from me (Lookin' for the truth, for the truth) Lookin' for the truth, for the truth Tell me what you want from me (Lookin' for the truth, for the truth) Lookin' for the truth, for the truth Tell me what you want from me (Lookin' for the truth, for the truth) Lookin' for the truth, for the truth Tell me what you want from me (Lookin' for the truth) Switchin' up your style, but you've waited too long Finally answer now so, it's wrong Pacing yourself from wasting yourself in the name of truth But what's true? Brother, baby, we've seen it all And we're tired, so what you want from me? (Lookin' for the truth, for the truth) Tell me what you want from me (Lookin' for the truth, for the truth) Lookin' for the truth, for the truth Tell me what you want from me (Lookin' for the truth, for the truth) Lookin' for the truth, for the truth Tell me what you want from me (Lookin' for the truth, for the truth) Lookin' for the truth, for the truth Tell me what you want from me (Lookin' for the truth, for the truth) Nothing can replace me if you're not taking my lead Better to be broken than in need, uh Brother, baby, we've seen it all And we're tired, uh, so what you want from me? (What you want from me?) Tell me what you want from me (what you want from me, baby) Tell me what you want from me (yeah) Tell me what you want from me Tell me what you want from me (with the cameras on, woo) Lookin' for the tube, for the job Blowin' like the time, word to Mob Shawty told me that this world is ours Selfish with that pussy like it's mine Peppermint, devil mint, spearmint, type a She the type of chick to get right on the dick Ride on the dick, with no lights switchin' it up No relatives, sentimental It's detrimental, could compare to this relevance She the type of chick to get right on the dick Ride on the dick, with no lights switchin' it up Back and forth, wall to wall, use the jaw Lose the drawers In the sauce now On the job Never off, that pussy got Won't let her off, and it's so good Shout out my ex, though She was the best, though Got on my damn nerves Hella fresh, though I bought baggish shirts, she had a men's shirt I turn it to a sweatshirt, throw on that Sweatshirt She fuck with Earl, too She fuck with girls, too I fuck with her too Tell her quit the chattin', jaws made for chewin' And if you fuckin' with me, best know what you're doin', like (Fuck that, get the new CD, feel me before they kill me Feel me before they kill me, you heard me?) Pat hard I like it dirty dirty Been known to beat it, beat it Tell her lies and I promise a whole lotta shit She ain't never get it You never let me in Or no miffy nigga bitch, hands they were slick Fuck that can of beans In the city, babe The whole mogul rich I got pretty cake She treat it like she do 'Cause she pretty fake Women hate I got chocos call me pretty Drake