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(Intro: Mystikal) |
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MAN!! (I ain't never felt like this before) |
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DAMN!! I ain't never felt like this before |
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I AIN'T RI |
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GHT!! ****, this shit ain't right |
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Huh, huh, |
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I AIN'T RI |
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GHT!!, huh |
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Shit ain't right (Chorus:Mystikal) |
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I'm thrown off (****) |
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I'm thrown off |
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I'm thrown off (huh) |
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I'm thrown off (Mystikal) |
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I'm ****ed up in the head but everytime |
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I go on- bitch, ran my coat on bitch gonna taje my clothes off you niggas are crazy like roaddogs you can do what you wan' do and say what you want- just don't play wit' me go wit'cha flow go, just don't call me bitch ok? back off, back off!! mind your business damn dog, didn't know you were ever gonna drop nigga, soon as i finish, i'm gonna make your mother****in' record store look like it just got broke with a crowbar i ain't gotta stand up in tihs bitch, take your hands on- (Chorus) niggas be testin' the streets like dick-birds then they start day-dreamin', watch my tons and hit curbs the i **** my eyes and spit in my face- they got bad nerves i smoke-funny-ain't lust and use bad words but i'm in another revolution- mother****in' seem with his ass heard if you ever in your car and you play my game, throw the password cause it dosen't rest its head with an exquisite hand and they blast first i can't stand my next door neighbor, s i'm here to get a transfer they won't stay over my grass- fur, i ain't right (Chorus) check this part out right here fe-fi-fo-fum- i smell a sticky nigga roll up one get back if you ain't got none if you ain't bout it, then nigga don't come we tear this bitch everytime we come through actin' stupid, bitch- you know what i do lookin like i come from artabozoo where they feed us gumbo and cross-fetch too, huh i get down because i come up around the checkin line |
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Kell- stop that ****in track- i'v lost my mind (Chorus) hickery-dickery-dock-get 'em- jump off my cock bitch- get out of my face- hoe- stay out of my pocket,thats right everytime i come in the kitchen ,bitch you in the kitchen gettin' fat, eatin all the ****in' food up but ain't washin' the dishes the **** you mean do i have something else to drink you just got through emptyin' the jug out the hands- is the time that's it-gotta get the **** out bitch about to schold your hands to the door nigga, i don't play that shit, better ask somebody bitch-thought you know (Chorus) |
