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(Sean Price) |
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I love selling nicks at night, go home, to my son |
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Roll a spliff and watch Nick at Nite |
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I love it when my bitch cook, come home |
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To a hot meal, it's not real, the bitch can't cook |
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I love them bullets I sent you |
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You know what's up, I'm broke as fuck, and nigga the rent due |
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I love my moms and the drug habit |
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I love a double jointed bitch up in my craft splattered |
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I love snatching niggaz jewels up on the mass transit |
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I love busting in ya mouth, I know you can't stand it |
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I love it |
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I love it when you bob ya head to this |
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At the same time, giving the God head in the whip |
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I love it when I'm wit wifey, you say nothing |
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Right under her nose, I'm right under your clothes |
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And I love it |
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(Chorus 2x: Sean Price) |
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"All this love in my heart" In my heart y'all! (I got heartburn) |
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"And just enough to make 'em stop" uh-huh |
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"Only take us on the path" - P |
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"So it is on your mind" - and again |
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(Sean Price) |
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I love fist fights with brass knuckles |
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I love to get right with the 5th and make ya ass buckle po-po |
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I love mushrooms, I love to puff boom |
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Love living with you though it ain't much room |
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I love when you say my song is corny |
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At the same time, huggin' my nuts, the god stay horny |
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I love to flow, dog, tell me about it, the hoes |
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I love it raw dog, tell these are violets, you know? |
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I love Martin Luther, I love Malcolm X |
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Love Knotts Landing, love Falcon's Crest |
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I love wallabies, I love trees just as much |
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As I love collard greens, and cheese, bitch, I love it |
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(Chorus 2x) |
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(Sean Price) |
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I love to punch street niggaz |
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Rude awaken, food is taken, blun street niggaz |
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Ya'll motherfuckers phony, the father told me |
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To knock y'all niggaz out, quick then Antonio Tarber |
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Show me ya dollar, nigga, I'll show you the llama |
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The bullet blow throw holes through your armor, blam blam |
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Damn fam, you fucking with a grown ass man |
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Couldn't, picture my life different on Kodak cams |
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See, I'm on your block in a tore backed van |
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Jumped out with a new gun, hold that fam |
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Bah, Sean Price, past, present and future |
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Better late than never, whatever, I see you, I shoot you |
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I love ya |
