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Sometimes, I feel
Which is a miracle to say out loud, because men ain't supposed to have feelings
Except anger
When I'm sad, I'm angry
When I'm

your phone
When I call
When I call
When I call
You be there for me
You tell me
Baby You love me
Push that body all on me
And tell me you ain't leaving

They know when we comin thru we body bagging it
My official girl like Cassie and Weezy
No tales, this is magical no dragging it
Love the way that we shit

they be hatin' right
Talking White we talking white
They all say we talking white
They tried to take my black card
But the truth is I am black as night

love it is by force o

Girl your body pa mu re ge di
Pa mu re ge

Girl your body pa mu re ge di
Pa mu re ge
Girl your body Pa mu re ge di
Pa mu re ge

Found out that them dudes that's repping with you is cowards
Your right-hand man been effing you on the powder
Cut a body part off and they leave it by

been driven by attraction
In a strong way
Your body is bangin baby I love
It when you flaunt it
Time to give it to daddy sugar now
Tell me how you want

You wanna fuck on me? 
You wanna fuck on this body? 
Tell you homeboys 
And your friends all about me 
Ain’t give him none
Now you a sore loser like

Greatness imprinted way back up in my mama’s womb 
 Lack of space at the top so I just make me some room 
Don’t yo ass be shocked man , my time is

around
My knuckles teaching speech pathology, onomatopoeia on a nigga mouth
And my firearm got an impediment, pop pop pop when I gun him down
Love hook is

my rights
Ima call a foul
Ima call a strike
She went out of bounds
She is out of sight, aye
I smoke on exotic (Exotic)
I can't feel my body (Body

the taste
Like spice on my tongue, rhythm in your hips
Hand around my neck, tighten up the grip
Hold me by the waist, excite me just a bit
That kiss before

told on me
Rumour is these niggas wanna roll on me
They hate my name, caught no body
It’s peak now, the hit mans owed money
Run up in your car like

Street Bwoy Gang

Rock your body
Girl make you rock your body
Your body is so necessary
Girl make I touch your body
Rock your body
Girl make I rock

a whole lot about nothing
Whole lot of tea with no honey
I like pretty bitches never fucked nothing ugly
You can be my Cassie I can be your Puffy
You be my

Domestic Violence

Tiffany

The Year of the Backslap

1999

my house 

'Fore I grab you by your hair and slap dick to your mouth 

Bob Digi, yeah you know who is he 

Girl, I fucking slave trade your ass

me, you don't realise
Body language fluent but I hear it in your eyes
One thing I hate is when somebody telling lies
Been watching, look I got too much

blocks
With your mommy lost
The aspiration I make
Is inspiration from hate
Incarnation by fate
Aggregation I create
The devastation I rake 
Is the creation

moms is fuckin' one of his homies (thot)
And he heard niggas sayin' they was gon' kill his mother
If she alive when they come home, they should still

the jux is real
I run with ghetto boys and
I ain't talking Bushwick Bill
If looks could kill then y'all
Would be kaputs for real
We drink your blood

the black book when I'm cooking mine

Home cooked meals on a plastic plate
The motivation got my focus on the higher stake
I brought the wine back by stepping

dreads now
How do you fix someone who's a let down
Don't make excuses, I'm in the Benz now
I'm just trying to make it to LA
The sex is great, I elevate my

intensity
Raising the pace until my saliva
Mingles with your delicious
Nectar and slides down your
Perineum it is then
When the excitement triggers your

your weight
When the wells drop
And your waters off and your bills due
And your shit stank smell like mildew
Cause you got wet all up and left there