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If I Can't Have You

LFO

DJ Mix 2000

1999

last one
All and all got a joint cash fund
Forget your last one
He ain't much
Mad 'cause it's me not him you touch
In the night time when the lights

Then I slide in a Jag all black
We can vibe with my songs blast

I could pull a little shawty
At the party, on a molly

I don't mind catchin a body

accustomed
To what's beyond the deep end
It was all so hectic
Couples voice mails, missed calls, read the message
Latching on the past while I'm drowning out

me.

When I walk in, know itʼs big bank on me
When I walk on the club, Iʼm like fuck it all dranks on me, 
That bitch pussy stank low-key (eww)
Gotta

my art
When ain't even allowed to walk up in the shit
Real shit
Been trying to do all this networking
Double up on all my funds for my net worth

positions and have some fun
Grab the handcuffs
We gon tie you to the bed
And start off by me giving you some head
You like it nasty
All sloppy right
With

The hours been drifting by
Slowly they're counting down
I touch up my bitter mug
Assume for the dress down
A text to confirm the time
Situations

Dirty boots
Dirty coasts
Piled up
By the door
Lights are low
Jukebox is on
Spinning through
Old cowboy songs singing
Sorry come Sorry go
Nothing

got tripped up in the creeper vines
And I got snagged on girls
And you got caught on guys
And I stayed out all night
To take a long walk or maybe talk

the montrose
Suitcase full of them long poles we had those, phew, we never slapped those
Hat low, fila Bally zipped up in that zone
All we really cared about was

like Kriss Kross
It took me three years to see how my walk
Did business, third party
Couldn't understand when my plug talk
These niggas kill me with this

niggas quit looking shoot up the party if niggas keep lookin
We ain't steal shit from a nigga we took it
By myself yeah i'll come do it lost my respect cuz

to bring all the power back
Pouring peach crown in a cheap cup
Bitch I'm T'd up
This my 3 cup
Walk in the party they freeze up
You not with the squad nigga

Letting my eyes low
Now we're smoking down bleez so the party don't stop
Kinda high though
Dancing in the night, Hope the music don't stop
I can tell that

fuck what you thank Like where Bacardi at
Pops was like a figment He was there but shit just not enough 
I had to raise the bar all by myself I finally

a fuckin' role that's gon' keep you alive
Boy, I ain't done, I just tryna see all these fuckin' opp mamas cry

We don't do no drive-bys, we walk shit down,

you, no need to tire"

Looking at myself and into my eyes
Life has been a hell of a journey, man 21
Julys got me sitting by myself questioning
All

spasms
That's the song now I'm going off
Scratch my back when you want it soft
Scream my name you can spell it out
When I'm done with you
You can't walk it

I'm relic
She rubbing on the pickle guess she dreaming of the relish
Every time I write a song it's like I took a psychedelic
The shit too sweet you

Listen guys
We need a new song by tomorrow
I just produced this really fire beat
And we're just gonna spit over it
Spit?
What do you mean spit?
Yeah,

I've been there" sentiments
I sense a sentimental song coming along, run along
Before I ask you to dance and all you get is trampled on upon faces

not spoil it
How they know me, I've moved around, and kept it low pro, it's
These rappers who Doubt my Fire, I'll have them all some dead poets

I'm

Sometimes folks smile when they walk by
Sometimes I smile back, I'm a nice guy
People see a pretty bird, they try and grab a feather
But when

network
Where we can be whoever we wanna be forever
So creep with me, as I walk
In between each other dreams, with a spark
All you gotta do is stream this,