Lyrics:
Vuitton luggage
She told me she was tired of The Game and rap
Quit like Ma$e then she came right back
I told you the bitch sex was wack
And you're all I
the same she
Said it happened way before we got together
But she just never
Told me when Drizzy came to
See me, he was like
"yeah it's true don't fuck with
blind you like Spit did to Ramo
(Through the dirt) And edit the clip and lost Kano
My mens wear problems like Timbs
See it all in they face, ask Mase,
to Grandview," yeah
That's what she told me
There's been a lot of years, a lot of debts, a lot of pain
Our youngest baby's movin' out when she gets married
glowing hair
All that fancy paints as fair
She takes her fan and throws it
In the lion's den
Which of you to gain me tell
Will risk uncertain pains
drive me crazy, she still make my day
Going through motions, muddy emotions
Going through motions, muddy emotions
Going through motions, muddy
Tell me if you know someone that needs (Jesus, Lord)
Now we've been through a lot of things
Tell me if you know someone that needs (Jesus, Lord)
at the W (top at the W)
She told me, "Dollaz I'm over you" ("Dollaz I'm over you")
These bitches way too emotional, uh (way too emotional)
So much perkys,
Yung Berg
Casha
Let's go
[Chorus:
So many times
You and I
Makin' love through the night
The way that you make me feel
From the wrong
Someday
Someone found a letter you wrote me
On the radio
And they told the world just how you felt
It must have fallen out of a hole
In your old
to rain,baby I can take away ya pain if ya trust
Me close ya eyes feel the magic never leave when ya need me I do ya just
Like daddy
I met her when she was
diddy dope nigga)
And the law can't fuck with me
(It's the diddy diddy dope deala, it's the diddy dope nigga)
[Bootleg]
I got the hand that rocks
you wrote me
On the radio
And they told the world just how you felt
It must have fallen out of a hole
In your old brown overcoat
They never said
walk
She told me that we weren't compatible shit guess we not
Her friends said it's cause I didn't pay that had me hot
Weeks later my boy tell me that
Yo, crack the Remy Martin
For niggas pumpin' weed by the mini-market
Bring it when you see me park it
I think big like Diddy office
I fuck a ho
like an eagle
Your bitch ain't scared to leave you
No, she never said she need you
She told me, "Go 'head, shoot your shot, nigga, I ain't scared to D
Radio Killer!
Welcome to Radio Killer Records
Everybody's dating,
Until they learn to love you baby
She a fast life liver with a ass like
exotic bitches by the dozen, can't never miss a loss
She don't talk more than two languages, she not the one (not)
Real diamonds on me, you can see it
against open flesh
No room to rest, pain consumed each breath
Shot twice wit her hands up
Police questioned but shot before she answered
One Panther
you threw it back at me
Told me you hate me, you gon' hate me more
When you find out, you can't escape me, whore
'Cause the more you put me through
shots at me
You're not ready, fool, break yourself like Rock Steady Crew
Obviously, I'm not gettin' through
We can get it poppin' like Redenbach,
not forget
Back in Brooklyn
Where the future
First began
Lets start again
Cant be over
That's what I told her
And then she said
I hate that you love me
a hammer, provoke me
Put a shooter where Ko - be
Tell ya like somebody done told me
Never trust nobody who owe me
And any wife is a trophy
If Meth
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Now that we done with all of the nonsense
If you know you ain't a groupie, make some noise
[Chorus]
G-R-O-U-P-I-E
Told me that she
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