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wan go for a ride

Cmon let's go, can't make a wife out of a hoe
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, caught ya bitch by her toe
Yea these niggas keep on jocking,

wan go for a ride

Cmon let's go, can't make a wife out of a hoe
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, caught ya bitch by her toe
Yea these niggas keep on jocking,

hugging in love
I smile through it but I'm thinking that it could've been us
And even though they're not together man it feels like they was
I wanna tell

no time to kick it
A little different from your Average Joe
Eenie meenie minie moe
You catch a lady by the toe and if she holla let her go
But if she

of destroyin the ozone
Cheatin repeatedly, says she'll be leaving me and I say bitch that's an old song

Why can't you just admit that you love me and it's quite

bought some shoes that I know can pay your rent
Money coming in
Money getting spent
I just bought some customs frames and Gucci lens the tint
She just want

missing, like even with some assistance,
Like when she kissing the tip, and my dick, it just isn't flinching
I try giving some convincing, like listen, I

People Like Me

K'NAAN

Troubadour

2009

all I'm obsessing with is
Her Myspace and Facebook and who's commenting
I swear to god if she's cheatin' I'm doing her ass in
I can tell with one look

She said it's just another day another slay
Show your model walk
I don't want to be a playa no moe
Sick n tried of riding in the couple solo
Girl u

down, bitch, with a bust down wrist
Bitch got me nervous, you can tell by them lips

Superstar, nigga, I crave all the drip
I got racks, not rap, but

thinner
But all her friends think she’s perfect and all the boys getting close
But they don’t know that she’s haunted by a malevolent ghost
She’s got

phone
Wonderin' why you're not home?
Findin' that you're not alone
I'm hearin' rumors from all these familiar faces
They're tellin' me you're cheatin

than it do, this 
Is getting me tired, just staying not moving
I should move one, get to working cupid 
Say I got balls, when it comes to it I’m drooling

Look, I pledge my allegiance to M.O.E
Real nigga dialect every time that I speak
Without the rap, I could've been something like Big Meech or even T.D.

lonely
Make you sick that's what you told me convinced that yous a phony
No sense describe your story drop hints you cheatin' on me
Not pissed, that it's

not no pistol
I'm the Don, call me mista (Mista)

Getting ready to slide
How you gon' speak on some shit you ain't try?
I keep a buckshot, it pop at his

nothing from me
Now I bet you see why I just roll up by my lonely
Now I be she see me (yeah)
Now I bet she want me
Now they want to be me
Now they trying

She don't know me tho
I fuck her once then kick her out
Bye, adios
These bitches be birds like Galapagos
We don't do drive by
It's just stop and go
They

Ghetto Dreams

Common

The Dreamer/The Believer

2011

the morn' getting stoned
Pretty with her eyes low, runny by Bible
The type of bitch that BIG said he would die for
Is the type that I would rather stay alive

Just one more cup
Just one more puff
Thinking to my self why they had to take your soul a young hoodlum
Getting dough racking up paper just wanted

(Damn, Kai, you goin' crazy)

Even if we did do it, you know that I'm still innocent
Brodie, he just came home, but I got cases still pendin'

what I'm saying
I don't even hear what she saying
I just be knowing she playing
Her hands out like she praying
Yeah Yeah, bag it up
That shit to big

Here I Am [DJ Rob Dinero Remix]

50 Cent

Modern Day Marvels 4

2009

Remember mean time, my finance is straight
I even open up the doors to the penitential states

'Cause she used to fight with her moms
Till I sat 'em both

ranchers in a four now this bitch taste like candy
And I just took the bitch to six flags because I'm not romantic
Little water on my ice like the baby