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she act (uh huh) Funny with the money, oh you got me mistaken honey I don't wanna rape ya, I just want the paper The Visa, capisce-ha? (yeah) I'm out
ring up Turner And try to see if the little girl is over there Well, I know, I know my baby I know the sweet thing by the clothes she wears She's
My baby's a superstar, she's in a class out just by herself I said my baby's a superstar, she's in a class out here by herself You know if the good
I see her layin' by the poolside every day She ain't got a lot on She ain't got a lot to say She wouldn't look my way But, buddy, what do you
a lucky man She's sweet, telling you boys She's babelicious, I can't reach that Georgia peach But she sure looks delicious I had nothing else to do
with anticipation I saw a dark silhouette at the table I tried to talk, but I was unable She drew me in right under her spell I was hypnotized by
hard, I need a woman that rolls by God And the only man she loves is Todd But will you be around when the raindrops fallin' Or could it be you never
that my man got him If I wasn't involved you wouldn't hear about him I got Lears and all, don't need Aaliyah problems May she rest her soul, I got
I'm a grown ass man You know, I got that diaper money Cause my kids need to shit So I stay on my hustle To keep my pocketbook thick I got papers
talk of the team See niggas feared Prince and respected Prim' For all you slow muthafuckas I'm a break it down iller See Preme was a business man
calling me away Leaving at the break of day And I don't know where I'm bound Got myself a little gal She has been a damn right pall That ol'
Barbara Jean Barbara Jean was always cool, Seventeen when she left school Went to work in her daddy's bar, c GED and a new used car The old man
I see her layin' by the poolside every day She ain't got a lot on She ain't got a lot to say She wouldn't look my way But, buddy, what do you
come streakin' by. She' got a bad old man, you know And I'm too young to die.
wit' ones (I tell 'em I tell 'em) I got that paper bag full of paper Bag full of kush Big choppa I can hit you from a hundred foots What's
a do-right-all-day woman You've got to be a do-right-all-night man They say that it's a man's world Well you can improve that by me And as long as we're together
By six he's out of bed, she makes his coffee sweet He grabs his boots and his coat Leaves a note that says, 'I love you' And runs to catch a bus
with anticipation I saw a dark silhouette at the table I tried to talk, but I was unable She drew me in right under her spell I was hypnotized by
on Some kind of Voodoo Come across this land Some kind of Hoodoo We need a medicine man Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Oh, oh, oh, oh Wonder should I go
Jeezy] Just got a hundred of that brown paper bag money You niggas really wanna talk money? Shit real that's all I could tell 'em Just rap 'em up good
her final exit line He waited much too long But by the time he got his courage up she was gone Then he screamed, "Leave me alone, I'm a family man
tryna save me But she don't know I'm tryna save her Man, them niggas tried to play me Man, 'til I got this paper You're nobody 'til somebody kills you
A soft summer evening Another time, another place He brought her red roses On their very first date She got carried away by the things that he
bitch by mistake I was just countin' some cake on the lake I was just pullin' up in paper plates I know some real niggas can relate I know some
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