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Plan B

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I mean you ever had one of them uh, gangsta relationships?

I mean like, nobody don't have to gisnote

I'ma be your nigga, he could be your man

But you don't have to leave him, everybody need a back-up plan

I'ma be your nigga, he could be your man

But you don't have to leave him, everybody need a back-up plan

I'ma be your nigga, he could be your man

But you don't have to leave him, everybody need a back-up plan

I'ma be your nigga, he could be your man

But you don't have to leave him, everybody need a back-up plan

Jump in my '97 Hummer and rizzide

You be Ms. Bonnie, I'll be Mr. Clyde

Together we be catchin' G's, flipping keys, smokin' weed

It's all about you and me

Causing major pain on this dope game

You be Halle Berry, I'll be the ghetto Damon Wayans

In charge like the Lakers

You got your pink 380, I got my black nine for the haters

My homies call you that nigga but you my bitch

Since we banging, I guess we one click

You be that nigga that I drink with

And you don't even trip if I was to let a freak kiss

You give me rubbers and holla stay strapped

You say you can't catch no fucking rat without a mouse trap

So we be kicking it like G's

It's a drought but you got a connect on some keys

You roll up the flappers and drink 40's

You'll whoop any bitch at any ghetto party

We walk past security 'cause you got the strap

And when my homies see you, you the only female they give dap

You the only nigga that I kiss, make love to

And still do some gangsta shit with

Like menace to society we kick it

I'm Kane, you my thug like Ms. Jada Pinkett

I'ma be your nigga, he could be your man

But you don't have to leave him, everybody need a back-up plan

I'ma be your nigga, he could be your man

But you don't have to leave him, everybody need a back-up plan

I'ma be your nigga, he could be your man

But you don't have to leave him, everybody need a back-up plan

I'ma be your nigga, he could be your man

But you don't have to leave him, everybody need a back-up plan

I lays back and chill why you ills with the hotties

I'm numero uno in your eyes honey papi

Yo lady Gotti thugged out, who riding ready to kill

Yet make me feel like others can't with my sex appeal

Be riding ghetto thrills but still the bitch behind the trigger

The bitch about her scrilla, the bitch to smack her nigga

If the tone faintly rises in his voice

The choice is mine when it comes to haters living or dying

Blueprinted crimes illustrated by your baby

The unlady like mistress be all about illicit business

Bitches witness us together looking tenderly

But to scared to tell wifey, for fear of me

I'm only trying to be the one with the green papers

Bounce on the dick then help you pull off the mean capers

That's why you praise the biggest mama and you care

Other hoes get X'd out in what we share, yeah

I give you rubbers for your friends for show

Take me shopping tomorrow, short change them hoes

Save them 3 more nuts for me

Alize, hot tubs and an ounce of weed

Please, there's not a jealous bone in my body

Take me off to Jamaica then take your wifey to Hawaii

I don't mind being number 2

You keep more ice on my hands and wrists than an igloo

And if it all falls through you still got me

Your true bitch nigga down to hustle from plan B

Like that nigga but only if you 'bout it

I can be your mistress, you can keep your wifey

I understand, I'm all good with this back-up plan

I can be your mistress, you can keep your wifey

I understand, I'm all good with this back-up plan

I can be your mistress, you can keep your wifey

I understand, I'm all good with this back-up plan

I can be your mistress, you can keep your wifey

I understand, I'm all good with this back-up plan

I'ma be your nigga, he could be your man

But you don't have to leave him, everybody need a back-up plan

I'ma be your nigga, he could be your man

But you don't have to leave him, everybody need a back-up plan

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