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I'ma give all y'all somethin', word up |
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Word up, all my live cats out there gonna love me for this one |
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Uh-huh, they gon' be like, "Yo you, you need to listenTo that joint L made", word up, that's the joint you gotta listen to |
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Y'know wat |
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I mean? Check this out y'all |
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I got the key that fits the lock of a real dog's mind |
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BThe answer to the question chicks ask most the time see |
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Why my man cheat and give some bitch my heat? |
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Slap me one day then |
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Sunday he's so sweet? |
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To me and mine, this nigga's hard to define' |
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Cause he beefin' when he broke but he arrogant when he shine |
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It fucks you up, you wonder if you wastin' time |
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Mention marriage, he lit a |
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Dutch and peeped out the blinds |
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What different niggaz feels in they hearts is scary |
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I used to say shit like"C'mon baby, you should be honored to share me" |
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She used to throw the cakes up, plus the burger was hairy |
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I used to have to think of shit to keep 'em comin', you niggaz feel me? |
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Baby or no baby |
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I wasn't loyal or nuttin' |
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Just me and my niggaz on tour, frontin' and hittin' somethin' |
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Red lipstick prints all over my drawers |
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Oh, you wanna be an actress huh? |
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Well my movie's hardcore |
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Like Dungeons & |
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Dragons, gettin' brains in a |
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Benz wagon |
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Step out, jeans saggin', crew laughin' |
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Gettin' blazed by the fiend for ten bones a piece |
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Nuttin' but the dog in me needin' to be released, this is us |
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You know that |
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I do, the best that |
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I canBut you don't seem to love me no more, no more |
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I try to please you and be your man |
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But you don't seem to love me no more, no more |
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The Flipsyde of the coin, what team you wanna join? |
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You in The |
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Tunnel every |
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Sunday exposin' your tenderloins |
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In every rap cat's face, with some ol' flirty shit to say |
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Need to go home, wash your kids up and put your tits away |
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Me and my clique in motion, champagne and |
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AlizeGot your mind bubblin' crazy, wanna flip |
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Cool JSpend your last on your hairdo but you ain't save a dime |
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To put your child through college baby, now have you? |
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Go get a job interview, your bad-ass kids a curfew |
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And skip that ' |
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Bills Bills' shit broads is goin' through |
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I know this prostitute who said that life ain't cute |
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Child born with a destiny only |
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God can dispute |
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Players giggle and laugh, flashin' gats and cash |
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My dogs don't care about you |
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Boo, they like your ass |
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Told me if |
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I call and your man answer, ask for |
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LSo he can say, "No L live here," our code is ill |
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Tell him you about to catch a flick with |
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SherellPlottin' and schemin' in the shower, masturbatin' on the cell |
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The neighborhood hustler, that cat we all know |
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That nigga we grew up with, son from next do' |
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My dream was to flow and escape the hell below |
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But the demons in my life set fire to my dough |
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I thought about murder, |
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I vowed my revenge |
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Like the devil's pumpin' hate through my heart with a syringe |
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This is us |
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You know that |
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I do, the best that |
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I canBut you don't seem to love me no more, no more |
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I try to please you and be your man |
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But you don't seem to love me no more, no more |
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They say a man gon' be a man but that's only half the scenario |
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You nag a cat, you givin' him a license to fuck a hoe |
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When a man come home late, he want his girl to say hello |
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Not hear all that bullshit, 'bout, "Nigga where you go?" |
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Fried chicken ready, t-shirt and panties at the stove |
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Messages written down, blunt rolled ready to go |
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Give me a hug, not too long, give me space |
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When a cat got issues don't need you all up in his face |
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Rub your breasts, kick back, smile a little |
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If it's rainin' outside, chill, listen to the drizzle |
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Now kiss my chest, call me |
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SupermanPull down my boxers by the |
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Calvin Klein band[Incomprehensible] wash it, enjoy the flavor, |
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I return the favor |
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This behavior, should save ya |
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From me all night freakin' with a nineteen year-old |
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Half naked |
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Puerto Rican, creamy ass leakin' |
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Every man will agree, when she nag it's killin' me |
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I don't always wanna talk about how the world is shittin' on me |
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I sip some |
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Alize and meditate the pain away |
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And get in my own zone where |
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I wanna be alone for solo |
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Reminisce with photos |
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And missed opportunities to make some dough flow, you know? |
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Chill, relax baby, support me from the background |
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Believe in my dreams, instead, you and your girls sat 'round |
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Complain about, who's tradin' ass for cash |
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If there ain't no trust then just us can't last |
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This is us, |
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I know you feelin' that |
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Think about that shit, word up |
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You know that |
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I do, the best that |
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I canBut you don't seem to love me no more, no more |
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I try to please you and be your man |
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But you don't seem to love me no more, no more |
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Your man, your man, your man |
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Everything we've been through, yeah |
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All the places we've been, yeah |
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Just don't know if |
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I'll be the same again, ha |
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Ever since you walked all, all over me, ha |
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And even if we bring this back together, ha |
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You know it won't be the same, no, no, no, no |
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No, no, no, no, no |
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Oh I, I, baby |
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I, tried to be your man |
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Whoa, oh yeah, hoo hoo hoo |
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Can't you hear me? |
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Can't you hear me? |
