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you, uh Got the All About Love, on some bell hooks Then I turned to a dirty look, uh (meow) Ayy, why your cat lookin' at me sideways? "Sing to her"
the _Homiez_ But now I must remember all about my tenderonis You're lonely by your homey baby I know how you're feelin You in the mood for some Sexual Healing
How you wanna spit it? I don't really get it Givin' your woman the power to speak in a minute Speakin' about a brotha wanna cover ya motha With
need to dress warm, I brought plenty of heat Y'all can't do nothing with this here For one, I pack three 9's like the year Y'all funny money hustlas
a nigga caught doe. For the Bone and leather face Seemin' to thug in the cut, to let da mo' how many pulling ain't nothing, bitch If ya stick em' we
war stories bout how he maneuver with the Ruger Hold the iron horizontally and send shots through ya Few niggaz tried to merk him, most them got found
the money's lookin' lovely Pop the drop top and now the bitches wanna rub me Pick up the game, it's all the same I kick it back, yo, give 'em slack, yo
Breathe One and then the two Two and then the three Three and then the four Then you gotta breathe One and then the two Two and then
and not your girl's age It gets worse by the annual my career's like a how to manual So I guess it's understandable man Oh you gotta love it, you gotta
I guess we all got stole on By some of the same cats That sold ya soul out Dj lord Being that beat back
dawg I ain't feelin' your energy Money turn your kin into an enemy Niggas ain't real as they pretend to be Lookin' for real friends (real friends)
A bad influence? Yo I don't know But Ice Cube'll tell the kids how the story should go Yeah money, that's it, yeah money, that's it This is Little
basketball In the backyard on a forty by sixty-three foot long sports court (what?) Hope I don't go back to slangin' ya-yo (ha) Slangin' yayo (slangin'
and a yacht I got essentials and credentials and honeys at my feet And when I walk the street, I'm never lookin' bummy 'Cause without the money "Ain't
and criminal y'all fags salute I'm in the streets while y'all sweet like a bag of fruit And I stick to my timberlands like I'm maganoo Ya man lookin like he
Crack backs heavy on the cash all night At the drug site we hung tight Three o'clock in the night ounces of coke dirty kicks Money gets low in
NARC's on a nigga back missin me by inches And they say how do you survive, weighin one-fifty-five in the city where the little niggaz die Tell mama
How the fuck did we get so cool man? Never ever disrespect my crew If ya fuck with Wu, we gots ta fuck witchu Y'all dogs better guard ya grills,
But this shit bigger than me and you alone So why you puttin' on for the Shade Room and Insta'? Bitches just be lookin' for attention Trust me, you
For one, I pack three 9s like the year Y'all funny money hustlas 7 gram hustlas Type to bust a O down wit ya man hustlas I hold bank dough, dough
letters how I miss you Givin' you credit, apologetic how I dis you Get you for thinking like a Mona and on a level And sometime daddy ready to wine ya
deep, you hit my seafloor Got me singing like Alicia Got me using all your lingo Tell your girlfriend that you single Call me over 'cause I go hard
flirt wit all y'all Yeah, yeah homie u say she ya girlfriend But when I step up to her I'm be like cousin Believe me man, this is how them playas do it in
shared clothes, that's how deep this shit goes, yeah Every week, ya got bros, all of y'all fake close, yeah Y'all switchin' sides like NBA teams just
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