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(Remix) I love her 'cause she got her own
She don't need mine, she say leave mine alone
There ain't nothing that's more sexy, then a girl
That want
(Remix) I love her 'cause she got her own
She don't need mine, she say leave mine alone
There ain't nothing that's more sexy, then a girl
That
Is a stanley knife
I've bled myself dry
I'm my own parasite
Where's the bread?
Down the hall
You get no bread with one meatball
My heroine is
(Remix) I love her 'cause she got her own
She don't need mine, she say leave mine alone
There ain't nothing that's more sexy, then a girl
That
(Remix) I love her 'cause she got her own
She don't need mine, she say leave mine alone
There ain't nothing that's more sexy, then a girl
That
dogs sing songs of rejection and pain
If we get sunshine, it's followed up by rain
Like to lay your jig down and get a blessing of brains
My man Skeet so
hood dogs sing songs of rejection and pain

If we get sunshine, it's followed up by rain
Like to lay your jig down and get a blessing of brains
My
I blow my own trumpet
And if you don't like it lump it
I'm a uk badboy and just for the record I like tea
But I don't like crumpets
Dirty money
and the rumors
Got me thinkin' of this dub
By Timex Social Club

Yo, word to my momma
I'm high off the trauma
Whitey Ford gets deeper than subway trains
The remix, add on son
Politic for the real ones)

We get knots, like stockbrokers who own Marriotts
Blast shots for all my niggas who splash cops
The rich
Obey me

I sneak up on me
I shed my shh
My shock, my body clear
Obey me, poison
Obey me, obey me
I sneak up on me
I shed my shh
My shock, my
you hit it, missed like shootin bricks
Son, my beats are hype so I don't need a remix
Porn Theatre Ushers, we're oozing pestilence
Me plus this beat
was just chillin, mindin my own business
Sittin on the corner, waitin for my sister
When she slid by, maybe 4 or 5 times
Wanted me to notice
is thankful for his daughter
While we all in the backseat of my Impala
Hut one, hut two, hike, hike, hike
They don’t know about the scratches on my
This is the remix of Hero

No one sits with him,he doesn't fit in
But we feel like we do when we make fun of him
Cause you want to belong,do you
this own your own time, get the hell on, man'
I walked out, mmm, I got bout
Half-way to my car when I heard shorty shout
"3000, forgot your credit card,"
he come
Shine lyrically dope
My ability strokes the Todd Bridges of dose
A fly mix with a toast
Of my niggaz who jump (jump!)
From my side to run in
The remix, add on son
Politic for the real ones)

[Chorus]
We get knots, like stockbrokers who own Marriotts
Blast shots for all my niggas who splash cops
a thug nigga and playa
I ain't playful, I'm jus' a non-sinner
A man without label, standin' on my own two
Tryin' to stay stable
Speakin' what I know,
need a steerin' wheel the way you ridin' my dick boy
Say youse a go getta go get your own shit boy
What it's gon' take for you mouthafuckas to understand