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(Talking) |
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attention ladies I'm tired of playin |
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why the fuck you tryin fuck when you know you gotta man |
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wonder if my girl like that thank about it |
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that's what got me packin and I'm out it |
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lets go |
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(Verse one) |
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she keep on askin me bout hoes everyday |
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but I'm comin home to you so fuck what these hoes say |
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but its time to go |
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so now I'm searchin at the club |
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so I can find somebody just like me a straight thug |
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with a heart of a winner who fix me breakfast for dinner |
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who won't fuss when I get home just let go up in her |
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that's what I'm lookin for |
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a girl who far from a rookie bra |
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but she gotta be raw so all my haters could look at her |
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so thru the door came this click of lil cuties |
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and I was hopin one of them would like to get with lil boosie |
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so I picked the rawest one out the click |
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grabbed her by her shoulder uh and told her this |
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(Chorus: repeat) |
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I need a thug in my life |
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and you ain't gotta be my wife |
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just hold me down when its tight |
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and we gone ride on first class |
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and you ain't gotta be afraid |
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anything you want you ask |
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(Verse two) |
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now on the first day she told me |
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that we could only be friends |
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say she was hurt once before by this lil nigga with ends |
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ran into me bout her problems as she lay on the pillow |
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told me how her momma died and how her pops was a killer |
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told me how she lost her virgin to this nigga who lied |
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broke her heart told her he loved her just to get up inside |
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that's when we went on a ride to New Orleans |
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I made her smile the whole time |
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I laced a bottle with wine and told her this is how it should be |
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and asked her can have her heart she said could be |
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I told her bout my lifetime that's when she started to cry |
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told me she coulnd't believe that I was walkin the life |
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I told all I want from her is her heart |
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don't worry bout the sex we can do that when you want start |
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she ain't want to go home so I let her stay with me |
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and whispered in her ear right before she lay to sleep |
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(Chorus: repeat) |
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(Verse three) |
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as time went on we got on (we got on) |
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now three months later we majoring back and forth to Las Vegas |
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smokin on Garcia Vega and my hoes mad |
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I told them get they shit together now they see all leather |
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on my wrist is the better see my bitch bout whatever |
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and she was taught by ?Torrance? so she was taught by the devil |
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wasn't no thug when I met her but I seen it up in her |
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but she love my thug pleasures so I got me a winner |
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breakfast or dinner she happy for a thug on time |
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and when we fuckin she be screamin like I'm touchin her spine |
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I know I'm touchin her mind cause she ain't never had a thug |
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who fucked in a suit over the city in a tub |
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and money don't change her |
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she stay the same thru thick and thin |
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kept her pussy in her draws when I went off to the pen |
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that's why I depend she more than a friend |
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she the one who took the charge when the do' got kicked in |
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ya heard me |
