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(Verse One) |
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Like a dope fiend need his dope I need my money in stacks |
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if it don't work out with these rhymes I'm gone turn to my gats |
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I need cash and plus I need it fast |
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that's why I got a skimask if I ever need to blast |
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since I found out about you we been hangin like the fellas |
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you the reason why I'm beefin wit them niggaz who be jealous |
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we gone thug to the end that's cause you my fuckin friend |
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jump me straight out the pen when they had me facin ten |
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its just like with ken so together we actin fools |
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you the one that got Lil' Boosie poppin off to Baton Rouge |
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as long we pay our do's we gone sit back and just laugh |
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whether checks, credit cards or cash look I need you bad |
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I need ya |
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like a weed head needs to smoke |
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like a dope fiend needs his dope |
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I need you |
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like a baby needs to cry |
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if you go I swear I'll die I need you |
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I need you |
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like a player needs to play |
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we laugh and go from day to day |
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I need you |
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I found out all about you |
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now I can't live without you |
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ohh no ohh nooooo |
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(Verse Two) |
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since I was small I been tryin to make some cheese |
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till I snatched a purse for 12 and went scored a couple p's |
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and now I keep my sacks in a dorito bag my rocks in my mouth |
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plus Im on g-street the hardest rollin block in the south |
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and now Im poppin it off and stackin green |
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got my first thousand dollars and I ain't even 17 |
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and plus I keep that thang in my hand cause I don't care |
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go to school with a grand and pull it out them hoes stare |
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but tho without you I ain't shit |
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I hate to say it but it's the truth |
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on the slip these hoes fuckin me just to get to you |
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we'll never have no problems shit as long you keep in touch |
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and I love livin this life that's why I need so much |
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that's why I need you so much |
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(Verse Three) |
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you the reason why I went at home kickin doors off |
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you the one who bought my clothes and put my golds in my mouth |
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but at times I gotta sit back and wonder why you sin |
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you the one that got my nigga in the feds doin 10 |
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we don't look at the bad calls we look at all the fun shit |
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hoes and fast cars and power to make you run shit |
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as long as you comin I can't complain that's the game |
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like a weed head need his weed man I need my fuckin change |
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if I didn't I'll be lame probably still on the cornor |
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tryin to make two hundreds dollars off a ounce of marijuana |
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but its times like this like when my problems getting deeper |
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you got to understand niggaz robbing cause they need ya |
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they need ya |
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