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Uh, uh, yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy She gon' come in here, I mean, nobody else
Here, uh Tell me where she at, like a punk, uh
Might not be the best, but I

I'm just now gettin' back
It took three summers

Everybody, everybody wants love baby, love
(That shit crazy)

I had to read between the lines
It ain't

She Don't

LeToya

Ocean Tribe: Mellow Side

2007

Letoya,
Lets go.
Uh-hu,
C'mon.
Uh-hu.

Hello baby.
As I was walkin by,
Hesitated,
And then I realized,
There go David.
I was suprised

do not care, baby, cause I'm fakin
I got a face, nigga, that's worth saving
And I got shit on my feet and that's lanven
She try to get me back, Bitch

As a songwriter, songs are your babies. You give birth to a song idea, a title, a phrase, and you watch the seed grow into something, tangible,

droppin on tha flo; I wanna make her sweat
Tryna get it 4rm tha back; bend ova touch ya toes
Work it up, take it low, bring it back, gotta c mo
Oooo shit,

wassup, baby
That money
But nah you wouldn't understand
Look
Do me a favor
Never do me no favors
I was raised off goonie behavior
Hustle by nature
I hit

energy
That... family first dom toretto typa energy 
I grab her by the waist
She so gentle when she next to me
Fuck it

But you know it's true
Spent weeks

flagship when you last to it ain't your last party
Fuck boy my bags heavy on wax
Can't back peddle
Can't rap with me
I done dropped fifty on the last pack

shots for a nigga like 3 dimes 
Niggas undercover like a cold nigga 
I'mma break her back like old nigga 
Brave enough to stand by my gun you a bold nigga

But I don’t pick up cause it ain’t bout much
If it ain’t bout cash
( what you tell her )
Imma call you back baby that’s your luck
I make a song in

phone
( what you do )
But I don’t pick up cause it ain’t bout much
If it ain’t bout cash
( what you tell her )
Imma call you back baby that’s your luck
I

I'm fake and playing them games
I'll show you what you wanna see
Put you in your place not back to my place
Baby I wanna be part of your plans yea
Not

Check 1, 2-2, 3-3 and 4
Cocoa got four peso and buying out the whole store
Mess with me baby I'll show your ass out the door 
Young boy got the mic

been sippin on this four nigga I just relapsed
I just hit from the back watch that ass bounce back
Big booty in them jeans man that ass so fat
Baby girl

and end up in the stars
You always been by my side from the start
Whatever you want is yours
Why you say that you was for me
Now I look back and you bore me

power, respect, and I live by my word
Say my name like Pac and watch them motherfuckers run
Come out and play, son, it's time to have some fun
I'm kickin'

hear them sirens and get chased by cops
I ain't finna stop
I ain't finna stop
I know it's heavy baby
This feel like a cinder block
I'm the center of my

It's a lot of things at once
Get it all off my mind little by little
Slowly but surely
That's right
Long run
Gotta get these thoughts out 'fore

when you left and come back
Well just keep a talkin' talk your ass off
You ain't carried no phone no where
I said talk yo ass off

My wife said scratch

you get a lil' money, just leave your city for good
If you do that, they gon' say you changed, he be scared to come back to his hood
I can't trust

What I gotta do to a beat
Every time I finna step, flex, bomb
Run up a check, flex, bomb
The way I come in with a text bomb
You better get used

know I come from the borough
She like the way that my mindset, come back tomorrow
The one to follow, teach her son some different morals
They gon' say we

feel like a pillow
Smoking on this weed got it rolled up cigarillo
I'm rapping on this beat got it loaded up instrumental
Baby this is my whip no it's