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Help Me
You gotta help me baby, I can't do it all by myself (repeat 2x)
If you don't help me daddy
Gotta find somebody else
Put on your
above the clouds
I ain't got no time to be fuckin with fuck arounds
100
Where I keep it I'm never gone turn it down
If I ever hit your bitch she gone
ain't do shit, he a bitch
Damn mess with his tricks he ain't do shit he a lick
Damn ice on his wrist it's some? See the glitz
Damn snuck in a diss
I'm
discussions
You hit me with that look and replied like, "duh, bitch"
Don't want your man to think that we creepin' behind his back
Crossed the line, crossed
me I might call the bitch
And go diggin' in them guts like a gardener
If she starts screamin', I'm gone fuck the hoe harder
Just havin' fun with
too far from home too far from
from your cozy little bed there
with an angry little moan
think of hitting me harder
shoot me back into the
past that
of potters clay
Whats Going On Marvin Gaye mixed with Trick Daddy Thug Holiday
You can call it how you wanna call it I'ma call it how I really see it
Third
up, make it hard for niggas to
Stand up
Tell your crew they don't want it with us dude
And if them motherfuckers do, bust a motherfucking move
Stand
joy!..
Wind me up I just want to play with you, your my sex toy
I don't think you know what you do to me, ya turn me on!..
Do those freaky things that you
when I was down bad but baby don't look surprised
I know that these niggas ain't fucking with me when they around
I know they disguise they self
Can't
long as a 2 by 4
Stay repping that 2 Dot 4
My stars is 6 point 0
My bars a few below
Sub zero I know you cold
So frost bite with the flow
This cold come
like no monsters
I like when my girls in debt with low self esteem
We dont need a label babe you just gotta believe
Yeah
cll my girls elite
being "mamma" 2 your kids While u shake it at the club
Black widow stalking vixen With your fake ass love
Fake hair, fake tits, fake nails On your hand
I thought life was a gamble (jit)
You catch a charge now your life is in shambles
Daddy in jail, but your son need them Pampers (dad)
You telling
I been
Serve Christ till I'm gone, I ain't stressin' your list
Imma give it all back till He done with me
Imma keep it all facts when they hearin' me,
got it gone and kill that shit
Nights my head low still stood tall
Advocate for the underdog rider for
The over looked keep riding stay your
Course
the first one to dip on your man
A bitch with no morals, no self respect, and a dead end job
You pride in your oral, your messy sex, and that hoe of a mom
I'm
bad disease.
You jeopardizin me with your fantasy, no HIV, no STD.
Fatality, it ain't for me, don't wanta write no eulogy.
No more your tricks I'm gonna
Yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Aaah
Flawless Victory
Niggas been a thorn by my side
Yeah yeah
Niggas still talking out of spite
Yeah yeah
Bad bitch coming for
Camby
Hear me, I fuck with family
Dons, chew on this, the hit list got
All of your names, so y'all lames is hist'
I kissed the bangin-est bitch (all
death do you fuckin' part
Do you understand to live, to lie by him
Is to share your soul, Lord knows, you gone die by him
I know you heard gun stories
tricks how she's active
Get lifted how we gym fanatic
She get stretch how I take after our daddy
You getting left like stay with your daddy
There's nothing
gone in a bigger category
We sweeter than a knees berry
Mi model with mi best friend Janet
She carry, mi go a Ochi
Give mi with champagne
Jah man, mi
hours on end
Me and your mom were obsessed with you
Cause you were momma's baby boy, and daddy's best friend
But daddy ain't been, home a lot lately
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