Leave Wit You (I Think I Wanna) - Lyrics - Girl Can Mack - 3lw

Title: Leave Wit You (I Think I Wanna)
Album: Girl Can Mack
Artist: 3lw
Composer(s): Kiely Williams, Nathan Moran Butler, Beau Alexander Dozier

Lyric:
Lookin' familiar? I don't know
Have I seen you somewhere before?
Kill the small talk, let's hit the floor
Are you ready?

To do somethin' you ain't done before
I work it 'til you can't take no more
I think I'm the girl you came here for
If you can get me

I like it, what you doin', how you movin'
So keep it comin', boy, put it on me

I think I wanna leave wit you
Do you wanna leave wit me?
Tell me what you wanna do, boy?

I think I wanna leave wit you
Do you wanna leave wit me?
Tell me what you wanna do, boy?
If you can get me

Lookin' at me like you want more
So after the party let's explore
An' turn off the lights an' lock da door
Then we're ready

But we ain't leavin' here 'til round 4
We freakin' each other 'til we sore
I think I'm the girl you came here for
If you can get me

I like it, what you doin', how you movin'
So keep it comin', boy, put it on me

I think I wanna leave wit you
Do you wanna leave wit me?
Tell me what you wanna do, boy?

I think I wanna leave wit you
Do you wanna leave wit me?
Tell me what you wanna do, boy?
If you can get me

Ayo, holla, say you wanna leave wit me? C'mon, folla
'Coz I'm about to grab da keys, but don't botha
If you small an' you don't know how
I roll wit big dogs, got 'em barkin' loud now

I used to be nice but I'ma keep it foul now
Flossin' this ice an' boy, it's goin' down now
Gotcha on ya knees like, ?Girl, come back?
Gotcha on my skeez 'coz a girl can mack

Gotcha for all my ladies from the front to the back
From N.Y to L.A., we don't know how to act
An' then back to D.C. where they say my name louder
I know you hate them boys at a show, they askin' how to

See more of us an' be more, wit us
A couple of the topics that we won't discuss
But if you leave wit me, it would make a girl hate me though
Just like the So So cats on da radio, you know

I think I wanna leave wit you
Do you wanna leave wit me?
Tell me what you wanna do, boy?

I think I wanna leave wit you
Do you wanna leave wit me?
Tell me what you wanna do, boy?
If you can get me

I think I wanna leave wit you
Do you wanna leave wit me?
Tell me what you wanna do, boy?

I think I wanna leave wit you
Do you wanna leave wit me?
Tell me what you wanna do, boy?
If you can get me

I think I wanna leave wit you
Do you wanna leave wit me?
Tell me what you wanna do, boy?

I think I wanna leave wit you
Do you wanna leave wit me?
Tell me what you wanna do, boy?
If you can get me

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Oooh - Lyrics - Unappreciated - Cherish

Title: Oooh
Album: Unappreciated
Artist: Cherish
Composer(s): Fallon Tashira King, Farrah Janelle King, Neosa King, Taurian Adoni Shropshire, Felisha King

Lyric:
Looking at my watch, it's almost two
Called me and said to get ready, you comin' through
Want your girl to spend a little time wit you
Boy, you must be buggin' 'cause now you got me rushin'

You roll up in my drive way, you beeped twice
Got me lookin' at you sideways, you lookin' right
But you actin' kinda funny what's on you mind
Damn, I left my wallet at the house, we gotta go back

Oooh, oooh I been thinking about all the things that we could do
But I don't know if I could get down wit you
It's got me contemplating, I don't think I'm ready
I don't think I'm ready, baby, I don't think I'm ready, baby

Oooh, oooh I been thinking about all the things that we could do
But I don't know if I could get down wit you
It's got me contemplating, I don't think I'm ready
I don't think I'm ready, baby, I don't think I'm ready, baby

We pulled up to your crib and you walked in
Said, you'd only be a minute but it's been 10
Your motioning for me to come on in
You done lit the candles expecting red light special

I know just what you're thinking, you wantin' me
But I'm two seconds from telling you I wanna leave
You put your arms around my, my body
And I don't know what to do, baby, now I want you too

Oooh, oooh I been thinking about all the things that we could do
But I don't know if I could get down wit you
It's got me contemplating, I don't think I'm ready
I don't think I'm ready, baby, I don't think I'm ready, baby

Oooh, oooh I been thinking about all the things that we could do
But I don't know if I could get down wit you
It's got me contemplating, I don't think I'm ready
I don't think I'm ready, baby, I don't think I'm ready, baby

It's a catch 22, will I stay or will I go?
'Cause your kissin' on me and I don't know what to do
My body saying yes, but my mind is saying no
Oooh, oooh, oooh, what I'm gon' do, do, do?
About you, you, you, I'm so confused, fused, oooh

Oooh, oooh I been thinking about all the things that we could do
But I don't know if I could get down wit you
It's got me contemplating, I don't think I'm ready
I don't think I'm ready, baby, I don't think I'm ready, baby

Oooh, oooh I been thinking about all the things that we could do
But I don't know if I could get down wit you
It's got me contemplating, I don't think I'm ready
I don't think I'm ready, baby, I don't think I'm ready, baby

Oooh, oooh, oooh, what I'm gon' do, do, do?
About you, you, you, I'm so confused, fused, oooh

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Hell No (Leave Home) - Lyrics - The Makings Of Me - Monica

Title: Hell No (Leave Home)
Album: The Makings Of Me
Artist: Monica
Composer(s): Carl Mitchell, Bryan Cox, Sean Garrett

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Lyric:
Monica, Twista, Twista, you already know

It's the 17th, one week before the day you were born
I been makin' big plans just for over a month
Tryin' to make this the best birthday you ever had
Show you that you're my baby

Damn, all this strain got me feelin' somethin's wrong
Pulled up to my gate, they keep sayin', ?He's gone?
Found envelopes in between my door
Biggest day got me panickin', what the hell this letter gonna read?

Hell no, you say you don't want it no more
Hell no, you say you can't give me what I want
Hell no, how you just gonna leave
When I stayed wit you through hard times and you cheated?

Hell no, I hate to say it but I need it
Hell no, God, please talk to me
Hell no, your so called love was so deep when it told you
You should run far and not give a damn about me

How could you leave me when you see me desperately
In need of what we had before? How could you leave home
I cried so many times but never did it cross my mind
To think but let it go, how could you leave home

Didn't even ever see if we ever meant this shit before
But we been down this road before, how could you leave home
How could you leave me, baby? Please my heart is beating
For the beat we had before, how could you leave home

Now I need you, wanna laugh, wanna stand
Wanna get just one more chance just to see you
All my friends, all my kin say, ?Mo, just let that end?
But I breath you

In the driveway, I found pictures on the ground of our first date
I never in a million years thought this would be me
I'm trapped in love with somebody that no longer thinks
I'm somebody special, look at me

Hell no, you say you don't want it no more
Hell no, you say you can't give me what I want
Hell no, how you just gonna leave
When I stayed wit you through hard times and you cheated?

Hell no, I hate to say it but I need it
Hell no, God, please talk to me
Hell no, your so called love was so deep that it told you
You should run far and not give a damn about me

How could you leave me when you see me desperately
In need of what we had before? How could you leave home?
I cried so many times but never did it cross my mind
To think but let it go, how could you leave home?

Didn't even ever see if we ever meant this shit before
But we been down this road before, how could you leave home?
How could you leave me, baby? Please my heart is beating
For the beat we had before, how could you leave home?

Monica and Twista, y'all

I remember when you said I couldn't get none of that
Then I remember when you let me hit it from the back
I remember we was young and sprung
And steady talkin' on the phone and how we both kept runnin' back

To each other, we were always together forever to the end
I don't really know why I froze up
Plannin' for a weddin' but gettin' married, it's scary
Now I got you cryin' 'cause a nigga didn't show up
Can't really tell you why but I'm Twista from the Chi
And I'm dyin' inside 'cause I know I really want you

So for leavin' one day, I will have to give you the answer, girl
But right now, I can't tell you why I left, girl
Sweet personality and good sex, girl
Fear will take a man life, you suppose to be my wife
Goodbye, hope to see you in the next world

You was all up under me, actin' like you was so in love
I was talkin' 'bout you but thug nigga, what you runnin' for?
Cop wit you in the Benz, you the first one seen on the block wit it
Took you to the club, showed you how to 'Lean Wit It, Rock Wit It'

You was bold when you wanna get some of that
When you wanna hit the hole like a running back
Then you left, now you wanna come runnin' back
Hell no, nigga, I don't wanna hear none of that

I know you quick, betta spit that shit to so
All I ever wanna say to you is
How could you leave me when you?
How could you leave me when you?

How could you leave me when you see me desperately
In need of what we had before? How could you leave home?
I cried so many times but never did it cross my mind
To think but let it go, how could you leave home?

Didn't even ever see if we ever meant this shit before
But we been down this road before, how could you leave home?
How could you leave me, baby? Please my heart is beating
For the beat we had before, how could you leave home?

All the women I caught you with
Still I didn't leave but I didn't forget
All those women I caught you with
Maybe I didn't leave but I didn't forget

All those women I caught you with
But I didn't leave but I didn't forget
All those women, women I caught you with
I didn't leave but I didn't forget

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Fuck Me, No Fuck You - Lyrics - Mase

Title: Fuck Me, No Fuck You
Artist: Mase
Composer(s): Sean Combs, Ennio Morricone, Deric Angelettie, Mason Betha, E Simmons

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Lyric:
Yo, I look scared? Huh?
Teamsters, I look scared in here? Huh?
When I go through the hood do I tuck my chain in? Huh?
Do I be in the hood with bodyguards? I thought not

Now look what y?all made me do
I was just good wit' my shiny suit
I wasn?t botherin' nobody
I was just throwin' my rollie in the sky

Now look what you made me do
Look what you made me do
Look what you made me do
I ain?t even here to play wit' you

What, what, wanna blow, what
Yo, Mase hop out the blue Lex wit' about two tecs
Spit fourteen got about two left
If one vest is thin then rock two vest

Triple platinum and only in the U.S.
I?m the Harlem world slash all out dot com
My con, if you could buy Cris' then why buy Don
All you cats at rah rah Betty dot com

Wanna see a hundred grand then look at my arm
You think I wanna take this too far in a Rugar
Put a hollow bullet through y'all
Have cats at ya wake come out of New York

And ya body in the Salt Lake out in Utah
So you are feel good, leave the country
And then all you are, Spain, baggage claim and they yellin', bonsoir
You think I?m comfy, think Mase won't go home free
Think I?m satisfied make 20 grand monthly

Wanna lump me, walk through clubs they bump me
Wanna tell all they bone chickens how they jump me
They can?t wait to see the paramedics come to pump me
While they OT, I?m O.C., I'm out the country

If you love me, I love you
The same way you trust me, I trust you
The same way you hug me nigga, I'll hug you
The first time it's fuck me nigga, it's fuck you

Nigga, if you love me, I love you
The same way you trust me, I trust you
The same way you hug me nigga, I'll hug you
The first time it's fuck me nigga, it's fuck you
Fuck you

Yo, being at the wrong place at the wrong time
Get some cowards killed and some get long time
I roll wit cats who would roll for me
Bust a gun for cats who will bust for me

Did some wrong, I did some right
I lived the life, sometime I think what will my kids look like
Rarely talk even wit a chick I like
I?m here 'till Thursday, don?t make me switch my flight

Don?t get your moms caught in the middle of the night
Don?t look good for your son but the kid could fight
And yo, you can't prolong but for so long
When it's God playin', no man could hold on

Nigga, I be real when the act be over
See you at the light and snatch your black rover
Cook my coke and crack without the shoulder
And don?t mind bustin' a gat without a motive

If you love me, I love you
The same way you trust me, I trust you
The same way you hug me nigga, I'll hug you
The first time it's fuck me nigga, it's fuck you

Nigga, if you love me, I love you
The same way you trust me, I trust you
The same way you hug me nigga, I'll hug you
The first time it's fuck me nigga, it's fuck you
Fuck you

You know a lot of people talkin' 'bout doin' the kid
Never leave witnesses that knew what I did
You wanna harm me cat, bring five of your best
Put two in your ribs and five in your chest and five in the vest

Cat cosign and get the five that?s left
Want suicide nigga, I provide your death
No nigga's in the street that die for less
So why confess? We won't leave alive
Unless you keep your feet up frontin' in the jeep

'Cuz nigga's who I?m wit spit nothin at your feet
Red dot head shot, fluorescent green beam
For them niggas who test my team
And when your joint jam, my joint'll bust

I kidnap friends 'cuz the money is a must
And to be real wit' you I feel for you
'Cuz two to the head is how I deal wit you
I ain't playin'

If you love me, I love you
The same way you trust me, I trust you
The same way you hug me nigga, I'll hug you
The first time it's fuck me nigga, it's fuck you

Nigga, if you love me, I love you
The same way you trust me, I trust you
The same way you hug me nigga, I'll hug you
The first time it's fuck me nigga, it's fuck you
Fuck you

If you love me, I love you
The same way you trust me, I trust you
The same way you hug me nigga, I'll hug you
The first time it's fuck me nigga, it's fuck you

Nigga, if you love me, I love you
The same way you trust me, I trust you
The same way you hug me nigga, I'll hug you
The first time it's fuck me nigga, it's fuck you
Fuck you

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F#! * Me, F#! * You - Lyrics - Double Up - Mase

Title: F#! * Me, F#! * You
Album: Double Up
Artist: Mase
Composer(s): Sean Combs, Ennio Morricone, Deric Angelettie, Mason Betha, E Simmons

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Lyric:
Yo, I look scared? Huh?
Teamsters, I look scared in here? Huh?
When I go through the hood do I tuck my chain in? Huh?
Do I be in the hood with bodyguards? I thought not

Now look what y?all made me do
I was just good wit' my shiny suit
I wasn?t botherin' nobody
I was just throwin' my rollie in the sky

Now look what you made me do
Look what you made me do
Look what you made me do
I ain?t even here to play wit' you

What, what, wanna blow, what
Yo, Mase hop out the blue Lex wit' about two tecs
Spit fourteen got about two left
If one vest is thin then rock two vest

Triple platinum and only in the U.S.
I?m the Harlem world slash all out dot com
My con, if you could buy Cris' then why buy Don
All you cats at rah rah Betty dot com

Wanna see a hundred grand then look at my arm
You think I wanna take this too far in a Rugar
Put a hollow bullet through y'all
Have cats at ya wake come out of New York

And ya body in the Salt Lake out in Utah
So you are feel good, leave the country
And then all you are, Spain, baggage claim and they yellin', bonsoir
You think I?m comfy, think Mase won't go home free
Think I?m satisfied make 20 grand monthly

Wanna lump me, walk through clubs they bump me
Wanna tell all they bone chickens how they jump me
They can?t wait to see the paramedics come to pump me
While they OT, I?m O.C., I'm out the country

If you love me, I love you
The same way you trust me, I trust you
The same way you hug me nigga, I'll hug you
The first time it's fuck me nigga, it's fuck you

Nigga, if you love me, I love you
The same way you trust me, I trust you
The same way you hug me nigga, I'll hug you
The first time it's fuck me nigga, it's fuck you
Fuck you

Yo, being at the wrong place at the wrong time
Get some cowards killed and some get long time
I roll wit cats who would roll for me
Bust a gun for cats who will bust for me

Did some wrong, I did some right
I lived the life, sometime I think what will my kids look like
Rarely talk even wit a chick I like
I?m here 'till Thursday, don?t make me switch my flight

Don?t get your moms caught in the middle of the night
Don?t look good for your son but the kid could fight
And yo, you can't prolong but for so long
When it's God playin', no man could hold on

Nigga, I be real when the act be over
See you at the light and snatch your black rover
Cook my coke and crack without the shoulder
And don?t mind bustin' a gat without a motive

If you love me, I love you
The same way you trust me, I trust you
The same way you hug me nigga, I'll hug you
The first time it's fuck me nigga, it's fuck you

Nigga, if you love me, I love you
The same way you trust me, I trust you
The same way you hug me nigga, I'll hug you
The first time it's fuck me nigga, it's fuck you
Fuck you

You know a lot of people talkin' 'bout doin' the kid
Never leave witnesses that knew what I did
You wanna harm me cat, bring five of your best
Put two in your ribs and five in your chest and five in the vest

Cat cosign and get the five that?s left
Want suicide nigga, I provide your death
No nigga's in the street that die for less
So why confess? We won't leave alive
Unless you keep your feet up frontin' in the jeep

'Cuz nigga's who I?m wit spit nothin at your feet
Red dot head shot, fluorescent green beam
For them niggas who test my team
And when your joint jam, my joint'll bust

I kidnap friends 'cuz the money is a must
And to be real wit' you I feel for you
'Cuz two to the head is how I deal wit you
I ain't playin'

If you love me, I love you
The same way you trust me, I trust you
The same way you hug me nigga, I'll hug you
The first time it's fuck me nigga, it's fuck you

Nigga, if you love me, I love you
The same way you trust me, I trust you
The same way you hug me nigga, I'll hug you
The first time it's fuck me nigga, it's fuck you
Fuck you

If you love me, I love you
The same way you trust me, I trust you
The same way you hug me nigga, I'll hug you
The first time it's fuck me nigga, it's fuck you

Nigga, if you love me, I love you
The same way you trust me, I trust you
The same way you hug me nigga, I'll hug you
The first time it's fuck me nigga, it's fuck you
Fuck you

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You Ain'T Smart - Lyrics - Double Up - Mase

Title: You Ain'T Smart
Album: Double Up
Artist: Mase
Composer(s): J Garfield, Mason Betha, Nasheim Myrick

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Lyric:
What, what, what, what, what
(H-World)
What, what, what
(All out)
What, what, what, what, what
(Take it back to the streets, mutha fucka)
What, what, what, what, what

Yo, this for my niggas in the streets
(What, what, what, what)
Foreign cars and the jeeps
(What, what, what, what)
Make about a fuckin' million in a week
(What, what, what, what)
When I can't forget that we all still street

Yo, yo you know a nigga that's sniffin', that's always in the kitchen
Bagin' shit up, there's always something missin'
A nigga that's speeding bound to have a collision
Bound to be in prison or bound to pop a mission

So if you got dogs, nigga let 'em go
If a mob fuckin' truck right let 'em know
We got the same guns that you got but better though
And next time we in some shit nigga you will know

See I'm pushed to the point that I put something down
And I stand over your head like look at you now
And the kids in the parks start lookin' around
Like mommy come here look, look, look what we found

Wit' me it's more intense, nigga
So if you ain't goin' hard stay on the bench nigga
And you know when I come I leave no prints nigga
And when you die it won't be at my expense nigga, nigga, nigga

Yo, you ain't as smart as you think
And I know you ain't as smart as you think
(Take it back to the streets)
You talk crazy on the phone, bring niggas to your home
Hey yo, you ain't as smart as you think
(You take it back to the streets)

Hey yo, you ain't as smart as you think
And I know you ain't as smart as you think
(You take it back to the streets)
You leave a thug wit' a hoe and you think you on the low
Hey yo, you ain't as smart as you think
(All out)

Yo, yo not only do I know the rights, I know the wrongs
Mo' money, mo' bitches, yeah you know the song
And if you claim you a nigga that know me long
And you should know I'ma die with my Rolley on

I ain't no punk, I ain't no chump, I ain't no whimp
Ain't got no cane, ain't got no ming, ain't got no limp
Money exempt, instead you niggas are blimp
And every bitch in every state know Mase is the pimp

See I'm unlike the ones who fail you when I know where you
Live I'ma send my kid to take care of you
I'll bring it to my man if he try to spare you
I'd tie something up if I wanted to scare you

Make it where your own shadow won't stand near you
And they send the trauma unit to come repair you
Now there you are nigga, in the fuckin' reservoir
With your Bentley, we don't give a fuck about your car who you are

Yo, you ain't as smart as you think
And I know you ain't as smart as you think
(Take it back to the streets)
You talk crazy on the phone, bring niggas to your home
Hey yo, you ain't as smart as you think
(You take it back to the streets)

Hey yo, you ain't as smart as you think
And I know you ain't as smart as you think
(You take it back to the streets)
You leave a thug wit' a hoe and you think you on the low
Hey yo, you ain't as smart as you think
(All out)

Yo, yo you can't never love a man so much you can't doubt him
Let him know certain shit you gotta do without him
And if ya got guns, don't leave home without it
You gon' kill a man, there's ways to go about it

See I never kill a man and I do it vainly
I won't ever let a mutha fucka know I'm angry
'Cuz when I get caught and they come arraign me
It be a surprise witness that come to hang me

I figure, if I'ma do it, I'ma do it my way
Set 'em on Sunday, have 'em by Friday
Then Sunday, I'ma meet 'em on the highway
See where his exit is and keep it movin'

Monday I'm off the exit
All I wanna find out is where the complex is
And by Tuesday I'm sittin' in the complexes
All I wanna find out is where the address is

And by Wednesday, it just so happen you get shot in the knee
A nigga tried to run away and dropped the key
Now you in the hospital not critical
Frontin', makin' a scene, bring the whole block wit' you

Friday hit and you ain't got no clique wit' you
Need somebody help you with your leg, got your bitch wit' chu
Soon as you get home and put the key in the door
Click, clack, now get on the floor, I told you nigga

Yo, you ain't as smart as you think
And I know you ain't as smart as you think
(Take it back to the streets)
You talk crazy on the phone, bring niggas to your home
Hey yo, you ain't as smart as you think
(You take it back to the streets)

Hey yo, you ain't as smart as you think
And I know you ain't as smart as you think
(You take it back to the streets)
You leave a thug wit' a hoe and you think you on the low
Hey yo, you ain't as smart as you think
(All out)

Yo, you ain't as smart as you think
And I know you ain't as smart as you think
(Take it back to the streets)
You talk crazy on the phone, bring niggas to your home
Hey yo, you ain't as smart as you think
(You take it back to the streets)

Hey yo, you ain't as smart as you think
And I know you ain't as smart as you think
(You take it back to the streets)
You leave a thug wit' a hoe and you think you on the low
Hey yo, you ain't as smart as you think
(All out)

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Damn Thing - Lyrics - The Price Of Fame - Bow Wow

Title: Damn Thing
Album: The Price Of Fame
Artist: Bow Wow
Composer(s): Anthony Waters, Jermaine Dupri, James Phillips

Lyric:
Yo, you ever be out and see somebody
That you want right then and there?
You know when they feel like talkin'
You just wanna walk right up to 'em and be like

Hey shorty, what I gotta do? Say what?
To get one night with you, one night
I ain't tryna play no game, is that right?
I'm just tryna do to the damn thang

Hey boy, first lemme say, what up?
If I ever let you play
You never would leave, you'd wanna stay, why?
'Coz I'm known for doin' my damn thing

Pump no gas liquid in this young fly mister
I could turn a Honda to 745 whip
Shorty, if I ride wit you, that would be a nice picture
If somebody say cheese, they talkin' 'bout me like hey

No holla back, though I got a lotta that
I could have you in some True Religious, Louis this, Gucci that
Shake what she gave you, your momma would be proud of that
Once I get you back some, you ain't gon' know how to act

You on fire, oh I think I, oh I think I like ya
Boy, I think I, boy, I think I might just
Let you hold the Lambo, let you ride the Coupe
Spin rubberband banks, girl, tell me, tell me

Hey shorty, what I gotta do? Say what?
To get one night with you, one night
I ain't tryna play no game, is that right?
I'm just tryna do to the damn thang

Hey boy, first lemme say, what up?
If I ever let you play
You never would leave, you'd wanna stay, why?
'Coz I'm known for doin' my damn thing

I see you runnin' 'round with these regular cats
I was just thinkin' to myself you could do better than that
I'm so ahead of the pack, be normal [Incomprehensible]
That's how you say what you spread in the back

Like hey shorty, what I gotta say?
Where I gotta take you, what I gotta pay?
Even it's for a night or if it's only for a day
I promise Bow won't bite, Bow will behave

Even though you on fire, oh I think I, oh I think I like ya
Boy, I think I, boy, I think I might just
Let you hold the Lambo, let you ride the Coupe
Spin rubberband banks, girl, tell me, tell me

Hey shorty, what I gotta do? Say what?
To get one night with you, one night
I ain't tryna play no game, is that right?
I'm just tryna do to the damn thang

Hey boy, first lemme say, what up?
If I ever let you play
You never would leave, you'd wanna stay, why?
'Coz I'm known for doin' my damn thing

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Hold Up - Lyrics - Murphy Lee

Title: Hold Up
Artist: Murphy Lee
Composer(s): Mannie Fresh, Tohri Murphy Lee Harper

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Lyric:
Can I get a hey hey?
I get a ho ho
Can I get a hey hey?
I get a ho ho

What's it gon' be today?
(Let's see)
The yellow Benz or the red Navi'
Iny, miny, ony, mo
That's the way I pick when I'm ready to roll
Murph Dert got the Limos wit his vehicles
(Yeah, that's the way it go when you got money to blow)

Ho! Well then, say no mo'
Just think, I was on my way to the sto'
I got scratched but I don't got nails
Got my own truck but I wanna drive trails
Plus I won a house in ATL and that depends on my sales
And I'm tryin' to get a mil before my album hit the shelves

And I ain't talkin' 'bout no signin' bonus
'Tics went platinum to remind ya homey
I'm not a restroom so ain't no need to stall
I don't run or walk now so I can give it to 'em all

Say hold up, wait a minute
Lemme put some pimpin' in it
Now, Big Booty I'm recommendin'
And I ain't been in this spot for a minute
Say hold up, wait a minute
She wanna get derrty wit it
Now, baby girl wanna handle her business
So I guess we'll be back when we finish

I don't wanna leave by myself
(Boy, you ain't gotta leave by yo'self)
Ooh, shiit, taxi

I call her back from an earlier week
4 in the mornin' they be like
(Mmm nah I ain't asleep)
Career whore, stay on top of convenient stores
Get pictures of me in they Victoria Secret drawers
Keep summin' hot on tour, couldn't keep anything hotter
Make sure they know before what is really in store
I adore the ones that call me Tohri, true story
I created hood rats, so these new models bore me

See I load up the 7 wit 7's, for 8's I can't wait
9's be one time and dimes we won't date
So now I got 11's and 12's
Wit at least 13 or 14 reasons why they fine as hell
I hit 'em up like Blu Cantrall, he-he-hell
I remember when you smashed the bail
I'm just a, derrty who can and you hatas stand out
I'm like the pie in the window, I'm just too damn hot

Say hold up, wait a minute
Lemme put some pimpin' in it
Now, Big Booty I'm recommendin'
And I ain't been in this spot for a minute
Say hold up, wait a minute
She wanna get derrty wit it
Now, baby girl wanna handle her business
So I guess we'll be back when we finish

I don't wanna leave by myself
(Boy, you ain't gotta leave by yo'self)
Ooh, shiit, taxi

(Can I get a hey hey?)
(Can I get a ho ho?)
Not you the one behind ya girl
I done spit 2 verses tryin' to find ya girl
And if you need a sex deal, lemme sign ya girl
Just give me your information
And I'll keep you in heavy rotation
I wanna touch you where the sun don't shine
I got a watch but I don't got time

So if you wit it, then you wit that's good
'Cuz if you not then I could simply take you back to the hood
'Cuz I love my hoes
Pimpin' ain't easy but it's under control
I got a lot of shit in me but I'm a commode
Cell phone, area code overload
I called Mannie in Louisian-ny
Said the mo's is off the hook and make 'em move they fanny

Say hold up, wait a minute
Lemme put some pimpin' in it
Now, Big Booty I'm recommendin'
And I ain't been in this spot for a minute
Say hold up, wait a minute
She wanna get derrty wit it
Now, baby girl wanna handle her business
So I guess we'll be back when we finish

Say hold up, wait a minute
Lemme put some pimpin' in it
Now, Big Booty I'm recommendin'
And I ain't been in this spot for a minute
Say hold up, wait a minute
She wanna get derrty wit it
Now, baby girl wanna handle her business
So I guess we'll be back when we finish

I don't wanna leave by myself
(Boy, you ain't gotta leave by yo'self)
Ooh, shiit, taxi

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Whut - Lyrics - Bizaar - Insane Clown Posse

Title: Whut
Album: Bizaar
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Mike E Clark, Joseph Bruce, William Dail

Lyric:
You don't like the way I am
You don't like ICP and Twiztid
Always with a hatchet, whut
Fuck You
This the way I am

I stay scrubby even though I'm paid, whut
Dropped out in the sixth grade, whut
Had syphaliss three times, whut
Commited mad felony crimes, whut
Been a week I ain't washed my ass, whut
Flunked outta special 'ed class, whut
I'd slap John Gotti right here, whut
Only he's locked up now so nea, whut

Carnivals beyond the dead, whut
Still attack you without my head, whut
Scrubatism I'm about, whut
Slappin' baywatch beauties in the mouth, whut
I stomp ghosts that think they hard, whut
Pickin' fights up at the graveyard, whut
You don't like me, I make you sick
Come here and get a mouth full of dick, 'cause I am what I am

I be whut I wanna be, whut
I act how I wanna act, whut
I see whut I wanna see, whut
I smack who I wanna smack, whut
I do whut I wanna do, whut
I go where I wanna go, whut
Fuck you, you, you, and you, whut
Forever I'm a Juggalo, whut

I'll slap Michael Jackson's face off, whut
I spread herpies everytime I cough, whut
I got head lice in my armpits, whut
I sell nuclear bomb home kits, whut
In church I'll wrestle a nun, whut
Fuckin' twist your nipples then run, whut
I watch my neighbor in the shower
Then waggle my dick for a half an hour

I pour percasets in a bowl, whut
And eat 'em like cereal, whut
I be that neighborhood creep, whut
Singin' voodoo chants in my sleep, whut
I put old ladies in head locks, whut
And run with they ass for blocks, whut
I rent studios and don't pay, whut
Come on Shaggy don't play, Mike? I am whut I am

I be whut I wanna be, whut
I act how I wanna act, whut
I see whut I wanna see, whut
I smack who I wanna smack, whut
I do whut I wanna do, whut
I go where I wanna go, whut
Fuck you, you, you, and you, whut
Forever I'm a Juggalo, whut

Your mama's got a glass tittie wit a screw on nipple, whut
Whut, yo mama live in a two story dorito bag
She got a wooden leg wit a birdhouse in it
Whut, whut, whut

I walk around beggin for change, whut
And kill mutherfuckers who look at me strange, whut
Psychopathic down til I die, whut
I'll lite a ciggarette, and put it out on your eye, whut
Smokes until my lungs explode, whut
And punch you and your moms and call your dad a hoe, whut
I don't give a fuck if you hate, whut
Just don't let me catch you hangin' out on my side of the gate, whut

Talk to the dead on the phone, whut
If you ain't dead leave me the fuck alone, whut
I call myself a Juggalo, whut
And scream it everywhere that I go, Juggalo
Twiztid serial killaz commin' to town, whut
Dark Carnival and down with the clown, whut
Twiztid freekshow wickid clown bizzar, whut
Check yourself 'cause we are who we are bitch, whut

I be who I wanna be
I act how I wanna act
I see what I wanna see
I smack who I wanna smack
(Mike get the guitar)
I do what I wanna do
I go where I wanna go
Fuck you, you and you
Forever I'm a Juggalo

I be whut I wanna be, whut
I act how I wanna act, whut
I see whut I wanna see, whut
I smack who I wanna smack, whut
I do whut I wanna do, whut
I go where I wanna go, whut
Fuck you, you, you, and you, whut
Forever I'm a Juggalo, whut

I be whut I wanna be, whut
I act how I wanna act, whut
I see whut I wanna see, whut
I smack who I wanna smack, whut
I do whut I wanna do, whut
I go where I wanna go, whut
Fuck you, you, you, and you, whut
Forever I'm a Juggalo, whut

I be whut I wanna be, whut
I act how I wanna act, whut
I see whut I wanna see, whut
I smack who I wanna smack, whut
I do whut I wanna do, whut
I go where I wanna go, whut
Fuck you, you, you, and you, whut
Forever I'm a Juggalo, whut

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Blackout - Lyrics - Mars / Venus - Koffee Brown

Title: Blackout
Album: Mars / Venus
Artist: Koffee Brown
Composer(s): Shanell Jones, Keir Gist, Balewa Muhammad, Eddie Berkeley, Clifton Lighty

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Lyric:
One two I remember when we first met
I fell in love with the sex, hickeys on my tities
Bite marks on my neck wifey like next
But now you get vexed and in the last six months
Seems you lost respect

You don't call when you hang out, ball with the range out
Act all wild in the mall wanna bang out
Shit nigga you don't know who I be
Instead of flippin' on me get a J O B

Loud talkin', pickin' my clothes like a orphan
And when ever I'm out you be stalkin'
911 paging you be callin', what so important

Use the bathroom then you come back and say you want to talk
With your hands not washed and the seat up
Get a job and get your ass up and make the bed up yeah

What do you do when your man is a bum
Can't keep a job for more than a month
Your friends don't like him and his game is dead
You blew it off with him 'cause he's good in bed

Take your keys and throw them out
Or just get mad and run your mouth
You work all day, he's on the couch
Don't that make you want to blackout

Think I'm about to blackout, blackout
Grabin' out wildin' out
Flippin' on me, I'm flippin' on you
You don't wanna make me act a fool

Think I'm about to blackout, blackout
Grabin' out wildin' out
Don't wanna lose my cool
I'm about to blackout on you

Talkin' like you got room
Don't even clean the house, never seen a broom
Movin' my shit don't know where it's at
I told you more than once I wasn't havin' that

I'm about to blackout got to let it out
Doin' crazy things make me want to shout
Blowin' up my cell what's that all about
Sayin' you was home when I seen you out, I'm havin' doubts

Now what do you do when your girls a bird
Pack her shit kick to the curb
Lose your cool catch your case
Sleep wit her friends throw it back in her face

Do ya take her back try again
Can't leave home don't trust your friends
Turn your back she'll play you out
Don't that make you want to blackout

Think I'm about to blackout, blackout
Grabin' out wildin' out
Flippin' on me, I'm flippin' on you
You don't wanna make me act a fool

Think I'm about to blackout, blackout
Grabin' out wildin' out
I don't wanna lose my cool
I'm about to blackout on you

Clothes smellin' like perfume or makeup
Call me somebody else when we make love
You trickin' my dough at the strip club
You think it's a game but I'm gettin' fed up

You talkin' in codes on your cell phone
You do it on the low like I ain't gon' know
You movin' too fast better slow down
You playin' me close gonna make me blackout

Yo pluck an independent woman like Beyonce
And I could give a damn what you and your boyz say
No need to kick me out I don't wanna stay
Pack the coach bags and be on my way

I don't need you, you need a broad that wake up in the morn
Clean cook and feed you
And that ain't luck nigga that's what's up
Key up the truck and clear the bank account when I blackout

Think I'm about to blackout, blackout
Grabin' out wildin' out
Flippin' on me I'm flippin' on you
You don't wanna see me act a fool

Think I'm about to blackout, blackout
Grabin' out wildin' out
I don't wanna lose my cool
I'm about to blackout on you

Your clothes smellin' like perfume or makeup
Call me somebody else when we make love
You trickin' my dough at the strip club
You think it's a game but I'm gettin' fed up

You talkin' in codes on your cell phone
You do it on the low like I ain't gon' know
You movin' too fast better slow down
You playin' me close gonna make me blackout

Think I'm about to blackout, blackout
Grabin' out wildin' out
Flippin' on me I'm flippin' on you
You don't wanna see me act a fool

Think I'm about to blackout, blackout
Grabin' out wildin' out
I don't wanna lose my cool
I'm about to blackout on you

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Across The Border - Lyrics - Mase

Title: Across The Border
Artist: Mase
Composer(s): Stason Betha, Andre Hudson, Julio Colon, Mason Betha, Chauncey Hawkins, Michael Foster

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Lyric:
Uh, uh
It was the middle of June, me and my grandmama
Had some free time, flew to Panama
I was playin' the bar, sippin' a Margarita
When this chick from Argentina, her name Armenita

She told me, "You could make some fast cash
You help me change my name from Vasquez to your name"
"Take me to your domain"
"Trick, you must be out yo' brain"

She said, "It's no game, my pops got tons of cocaine
And you could have some if you get me on your plane"
I said, "Here the dealie, you sound silly
Think hard, there gotta be another way to get you a green card"

Hey ma, you wanna go wit' me?
I promise you we gon' see the world
It'd be like paradise, baby

"Rosalie, you don't know who I suppose to be
But whatever you wanna be you can come go wit' me"
Her last thoughts thinking I'mma get her a passport
"Whatever you need ma, just ask for"

Now she lunch meat, she look at J like she home free
"J, can you really get me in your country?"
"No lie, I can do whatever I mo' tie, so fly"
Mami started offering me chochas

Certainly the way she flirt wit' me
If I get her in the US she work for free
Though she nice to me, I'm runnin' twice the G
For the right price she could be a wife to me

Hey ma, you wanna go wit' me?
I promise you, we gon' see the world
It'd be like paradise, baby

Hey girl, you wanna go wit' me?
I promise you, we gon' see the world
But if you cross me, you lost me forever, baby

I got a girl out in Asia, name Malaysia
Who was a real bad chick that owns a bodega
She wanted me to save her and make her life greater
'Cuz her dad hates her and rapes her
She tried to get some paper

"When you wanna leave, I'mma take ya
In fact, pack ya things, I got a crib in Jamaica
Mami, mi casa a su casa
We could do the salsa so, que pasa?"

She said she had money but it was all in trust funds
But I could get a lump sum if I can get her through customs
"So bring the cake, we gon' swing outta state
I'mma make you dream when you awake"
Yo loon, sing the break, what?

Hey ma, you wanna go wit' me?
I promise you, we gon' see the world
It'd be like paradise, baby

In the middle of Nicaragua, met a mami named Talia
Weren't plain, then I caught a boat wit' this dumb dame
An immigrant, marry her, make her legitimate
Illiterate mess wit' Hud, she don't consider it

She said, "Pa, llevame contigo
Lean dough and I'mma pay yo' peoples"
This retard chick started looking at me hard
She gassed up thinkin' I'mma get her a green card

And she don't know that she ain't coming wit' me
And I don't stuck up for some hundreds of G's
And while I see her standing there lookin' around
Huddy took the money, slid outta town, what? Uh?

Hey ma, you wanna go wit' me?
I promise you, we gon' see the world
It'd be like paradise, baby

Hey girl, you wanna go wit' me?
I promise you, we gon' see the world
But if you cross me, you lost me forever, baby

I mean this
Hey ma, you wanna go wit' me?
I promise you, we gon' see the world
It'd be like paradise, baby

Hey girl, you wanna go wit' me?
I promise you, we gon' see the world
But if you cross me, you lost me forever, baby

I mean this
Hey ma, you wanna go wit' me?
I promise you, we gon' see the world
It'd be like paradise, baby

Hey girl, you wanna go wit' me?
I promise you, we gon' see the world
But if you cross me, you lost me forever, baby

I mean this
Hey ma, you wanna go wit' me?
I promise you, we gon' see the world
It'd be like paradise, baby

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Fit But You Know It (Album Version) - Lyrics - Streets

Title: Fit But You Know It (Album Version)
Artist: Streets
Composer(s): Mike Skinner

Lyric:
S'cuse me girl
I know it's a bit embarrassing
But I just noticed some tan lines
On your shirt

See, I reckon you're about an eight or a nine
Maybe even nine and a half in four beers time
That blue top shop top you've got on is nice
Bit too much fake tan though but yeah, you score high

But there's just one little thing that's really, really
Really, really annoying me about you, you see
Yeah, yeah, like I said, you are really fit
But my gosh, don't you just know it

I'm not trying to pull you
Even though I would like to
I think you are really fit
You're fit but my gosh, don't you know it

So when I looked at you standing there with your hoard
I was waiting in the queue looking at the board
Wondering whether to have a burger or chips
Or what the shrapnel in my back pocket could afford

When I noticed out of the corner of my eye
Looking towards my direction, your eyes locked onto my course
I couldn't concentrate on what I wanted to order
Which lost me the place in the queue I waited for, yeah

I'm not trying to pull you
Even though I would like to
I think you are really fit
You're fit but my gosh, don't you know it

Whoa, leave it out
Are you smoking crack or something?
Mike just leave it, just leave it
We cannot have that behavior in this establishment

It's not worth it Mike, just leave it, it's not worth it
Don't touch me, don't touch me
I'm alright, don't touch me

For a while I was thinking yeah, but what if?
Picturing myself with bare white hot wit
Snaring at you as you were standing there opposite
Whether or not you knew it I swear you didn't tick

And when that bloke in the white behind us lot queuing
Was clocking onto you too, yeah, I had to admit that
Yeah yeah you are fit and yeah, I do want it
But I stopped sharkin' a minute to get chips and drinks

I'm not trying to pull you
Even though I would like to
I think you are really fit
You're fit but my gosh, don't you know it

Now, I bashed my head hard earlier due to the brew
But I am digressing slightly so I'll continue
I didn't wanna bowl over all geezer and rude
Not rude like good but just rude like uncouth

You girls think you can just flirt and it comes to you
But let me tell you, see, yes, yes, you are really rude
And rude as in good, I knew this as you stood and queued
But I just did not want to give the satisfaction to you

I'm not trying to pull you
Even though I would like to
I think you are really fit
You're fit but my gosh, don't you know it

Just as you started to make your big advance
With the milkshake and that little doughnut in hand
I was like, nah, I can't even though you look grand
But you look sharp there smiling hard, suggestin' and

Gleamin' away with your hearty hearty looking tan
But I admit the next bit was spanners to my plan
You walk towards my path but you just brushed right past
And into the arms of that fuckin' white shirted man

I'm not trying to pull you
Even though I would like to
I think you are really fit
You're fit but my gosh, don't you know it

Oh, what do I give a fuck, I've got a girlfriend anyway
Whoa, we've all had a drink mate
We're all a bit drunk, we've had a few, fair play
I got this Stella, I bombed from that last cafe
This night's not even begun, yes, yes, oh yay

I did fancy you a bit though, yeah, I must say
I would rather I hadn't mugged myself on display
But this is just another case of female stopping play
On an otherwise, total result of a holiday

I'm not trying to pull you
Even though I would like to
I think you are really fit
You're fit but my gosh, don't you know it

You're fit, but you're fit, but you know it
You're fit but you know it
I think, I'm going to fall over
I think, I'm going to fall, oh, fuck it all

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Will They Die For You - Lyrics - Mase

Title: Will They Die For You
Artist: Mase
Composer(s): Sam Taylor, Sean Combs, Mason Betha, Ron Lawrence

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Lyric:
Yeah, how many niggas that'll die 4 you
How many get a quiche like the pie wit you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you

How many niggas that'll die 4 you
How many get a quiche like the pie wit' you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Well, I'mma ride for you, would you ride for me?
Well, I'mma die for you, would you die for me?
Obviously, we all know you type of cats
Let they man get struck, never strike back

Stay in the street, seven days a week
Shit get hot, you never blaze your heat
Stupid motherfucker wanna play me sweet
So I keep 'em on his toes, that way he never sleeps

Bigger than the king and the Pope, sling no dope
Call me anything but broke
When it's on, I guarantee my team don't choke
Want a war, you niggas better bring yo' force

And when I say we won't quit, believe this shit
When I talk about a Benz, let you see the 6
And when I'm talkin' to a ho, let you meet my bitch
When Puff talk, you niggas take heed to this

How many niggas that'll die 4 you
How many get a quiche like the pie wit' you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you

How many niggas that'll die 4 you
How many get a quiche like the pie wit' you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you

Yo, if you down to act, we came to scrap
We beef '89, still watch your back
A nigga smack me, I'mma smack 'em back
If it lead to the guns, then that be that

And lately, niggas that snake me, just make me
Wanna send 'em heat without AC
Thinks I'm sweet, taste me, how much you really want it?
Enough to put a mil' on it or your deal on it?

This year Cancun, guess who I'm going wit
My own niggas, see I pay my own trip
Make my own chips, I copped my own 6
I knock my own shit, like I'm on my own dick

My day be short, need coke, raid the fort
I'm knocked by the cops, come blaze the court
And though niggas die for, go on the shelf
Disrespect and spend like a man below your belt

Me, I always had, so I never go for self
Had thousand dollar bills with Teddy Roosevelt
Better slow down, tellin' you now, put the dough down
Kick your door down, surround the block, where you go now?

Fifty shots spit at you and that is not a whole round
Way I leave the furniture, think it was co-found
Here's the low-down, messin' with Mase gotta go down
What more could I say but hey, guess you niggas know now?

How many niggas that'll die 4 you
How many get a quiche like the pie wit' you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you

How many niggas that'll die 4 you
How many get a quiche like the pie wit' you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you

Motherfuckin' right I'ma roll with my motherfuckin' dogs
Bitches ain't around when it's time to go to war
This shit here, nothing to fuck with
I'm the same bitch, all ya'll wanna try ya'll luck with

Lil' Kim spread like syphilis
You think I'm pussy?
I dare you to stick your dick in this
Chrome 4-4, inconspicuous in the 6-0-0, shit's ridiculous

Speak when you're spoken to and only with permission
Like E.F. Hutton, when I talk, niggas listen
So don't ya'll be mad at me, 'cuz I'm the Q to the B
To the motherfuckin' E-E

Copped my CD, now all ya'll wanna be me
See me on the TV, beds will dip in 3-D
Peep the CD, chromed out and phoned out
My shit is paid for, your shit is loaned out

I gets it on, money keep growin'
Ice fully glowin', plus I'm bad to the bone
In the danger zone, I hold my own
When the pain is gone, like a splinter you enter

So why should I throw my blows in those
Do a bit upstate and take the weight for your troubles
My nigga B.I.G, I'mma ride for
But it ain't too many niggas that I'd die for

How many niggas that'll die 4 you
How many get a quiche like the pie wit' you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you

How many niggas that'll die 4 you
How many get a quiche like the pie wit' you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you

How many niggas that'll die 4 you
How many get a quiche like the pie wit' you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you
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Soul Food - Lyrics - Cormega

Title: Soul Food
Artist: Cormega
Composer(s): Julian Garfield, Cory Mc Kay

Lyric:
I hope this ain't a bad time, did I wake you?
I've been meaning to talk to you, come over
Take a walk with you if you don't mind
I think it's time I share thoughts with you

I thought you knew my feelings, I'm making sure you do
I'm sitting on my bed, staring at the ceiling, wishing you was here
We could just talk while I run my fingers through your hair
I'm feeling your style, your conversation, your smile

I've been patient a while, there's no escaping denial
The waste of time we could be spending
You told me I'm different from the rest
And you don't even understand why you wit him

If you love him, stay wit him, if not, don't play wit him
'Cause feelings run deep, my emotions make niggas
Do things they might regret, I don't wanna bang wit him over you
I suppose you knew

He ain't a killer, so, I'ma let you go
Think about it, let me know
Sometimes I wish I never met you, yo

When I met you, I didn't sweat you
Eye contact was kinda real
You kept it concealed, your man was with you
You see my style, you realize I'm official

I was a face you've never seen, with a grace of a king
I was me, and my man, Fly Tai in Fort Green
My people recognize you, and said you only moved with live dudes
And you don't let it run up inside you, time flew

We started kicking it, I'm feeling you, we intimate
And I ain't trying to let nothing interfere wit this
It's real what I feel, but it's quite complex
When you leave me, you with him

No, I'm stressed
You told me he hit you
I went for my pistol, loaded with missiles
You said, "No Boo, you making it a whole different issue"

I left it alone, you kissed me
Got dressed and went home
Then when you just saved your man
From getting his frame blown

But I'ma let you go
Think about it, let me know
Sometimes I wish I never met you, yo

I mean truthfully, you really need to know
Usually you say, "Cory, I don't wanna let you go"
Check it though, I know you want me
Yet reality confronts me, you in a situation
You know that I must leave

In order for you to grow, try to accept this
You say I'm wrong, but in time you'll respect it
Your needs are being met, your minds in neglected
It's wrong what we doing, if not you would've left him

You telling me this is something you don't wanna hear
But you the type of woman that I don't wanna share, you rare
I'ma always be here, if you need me, call me
Never think I don't care

Don't care, don't care
Don't care, don't care
Don't care, don't care

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Bricks 4 The High - Lyrics - Dem Franchize Boyz

Title: Bricks 4 The High
Artist: Dem Franchize Boyz
Composer(s): Jamall Willingham, Bernard Leverette, Jim Jones, Gerald Tiller, Maurice Gleaton

Lyric:
How rich y'all niggaz wanna be?
You wanna be a millionaire, you wanna be a billionaire?
Nigga, you wanna be what I wanna be
I wanna be a fuckin' trillionaire

I got them bricks 4 the high
And the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block till the sun go down, down

Nigga, I fuckin' hustle, nigga, I get money
I can get money doin' anything

I got them bricks 4 the high
And the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block till the sun go down, down

Nigga, I really do my thing
Kind of fuckin' hustlers are y'all?

I was posted in that tip and my homeboy home
Blew an ounce of that kush in my Sean John Jones
I got the mild for the low from smokin' plenty optimos
Tryna make a quick flip like my patna Maceo

I'm shinin' on my haters, signin' deals so I'm a pa
Twenty G's on the chain and I'm still worth a couple blocks
It started in that temp, flippin' mids by them O-Z's

On the hill wit that shit from a custom border
Two gram, fifties, do the math for a quarter
That's one, I fulfill nigga's order
What you nigga's wanna order?

Oh six' Nino Brown, flip the temp into the carter
Rebirth, don't cut out my four-ways
I stash purp pounds, that's down for the drop days
And for my pay, I hit the trap when the sunrise
I break one down and the rest goin' for the high

I got them bricks 4 the high
And the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block till the sun go down, down

I sound like the shit these niggaz is talkin'
Real hustla's recognize other real hustla's
That's why I'm fuckin' wit em

I got them bricks 4 the high
And the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block till the sun go down, down

I got houses in different continents, nigga
Nigga I did my trips in London, remember that?
Fuck is wrong wit ya'll?

I'm the boss of my own shit, I'm the ruling general
Bricks lined up like cars at a funeral
I'm working hard white, so I never twurk, touch and bust
My workers on the block, so the work ain't even gotta touch

My money come in stacks and I know just how to get it, man
A low profile, might be ridin' a Honda Civic, man
You'll never know it's me, but a nigga got the work holmes
I move it all day, think he clirpin' on my chirp phone

Connects so sweet and I'm dealin' wit tha Carribeans
They come from 'cross the water
Masked, taped to my Europeans
Supplyin', whole towns, little counters in the projects
Tryna double my money up, leave the block wit a profit

For you nigga's that like to pop, you know I got them pills too
Getcha you a couple of splitters
Have you spinnin' like some wheels fool
This shit don't stop, I move this work clockwise
I got my own bizness, I call this shit tha Franchize

I got them bricks 4 the high
And the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block till the sun go down, down

Niggas get a million dollars and think they gettin' it?
Nigga, I made my first million when I was a teenager

I got them bricks 4 the high
And the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block till the sun go down, down

Jones, Capo, Dipset, them niggas know I'm 'bout this
Spillin' champagne, all over Vision's couches
Like fuck it, tell Alex keep the cris' rollin'
I'm gettin' drunk blowin' weed wit the pistols showin'

Spendin' a couple K's up in Stroker's
Flyin' up Peachtree, racin' in the roster's
I'm so icy and I think they like me

Seven Jeans saggin', fitted cap and my white tee
The foreign cars got they eyes poppin'
And you can see the stars when the ride droppin'

Aye, Jim Jones
Let ya boy Parlae get some of that Harlem clientele
I got more crack than a curb, fuck wit me
I'm iced out and keep snow like an Eskimo
And when the show's slow, I cook extra blow

Put the whip game on it, get some extra dough
Keep the cars pullin' up like it's Texaco
I can make it get stiff like dead people
Keep my hand workin', wit the mic or a egg beater

And ya bank account? Shit, that's my pocket fare
Residue on my clothes, call it roc-a-wear
I can beat it like my, I treat the dope like Tina

And I beat it like I
And I keep tha grass, so you can call me the lawn-man
I ride around wit chickens like I came from a farm, man

I got them bricks 4 the high
And the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block till the sun go down, down

You see how I get down wit the get down
Nigga, I got a car for every day of the week
And two other cars for the weekends
Nigga, fuck is wrong wit you?

I got them bricks 4 the high
And the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block till the sun go down, down

Fuck is wrong wit y'all, nigga
I can sell whatever I wanna sell
I done sold muthafuckin' music, that shit was easy
Started Roc-A-Fella and sold it

I can get money in fashion, that shit was nuthin'
In five years I started that shit
Sold my part for thirty million
And let's watch what the fuck is gonna be now

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