Often imitated, never duplicated, the one and only B. Scott. You're listening to the

B. Scott show. Get ready, love muffins. Pull up in my hood, best dress, next thing up grade, who's next?

Rich boy, got him on deck, good boy,

tell that nigger fresh, I put my new man on a leash.

Trade it in my old nigger, he was just the least.

Right around town till I leave.

I gave that boy around, I spent I'm back to the street like,

like da da da da da da. Yeah, spend on back to the street like that be dot-y-dive.

Yeah, I'm bet on back to the streets like like like that-to-by-tary-dive.

Back to the street.

So clean when I pull up to the scene

Big goes and I put that on me

What's you thinking? What's good?

How you feeling?

And I wish you nigger would.

Have they hit the hospital on your homies.

Step in your bad bitches only my ex used to act like he on me

Ain't enough just to dreamy like the trophy I had that past that I know I had to trash that Bounced on his ass turned out going to a flashback.

I'm a five-star bitch with a price tag.

Gotta find me somebody that can match that.

The last one got on my last nerve.

Let me go change my passwords. I hit the curve with that word. You know I get the last word

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