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Four out of ten murders are related
your 'ood, in-a your pants
And things won't 'appen to you
Check out da

Tell him, me, I beg your pardon
Inform him, that Chubb is playin' in secret garden
'Cause he cut the lawn, correctly
I have a green thumb, you're not dumb, why you sweat me

You wanna your cake and eat it too, so do I
You're sneaking around, sneaking around, so why
Do you wanna continue, comin' to venue?
You don't him, I'll offend you

This ain't right so put him down on the
That you're a blow-up sex for every group
Where are the footsteps that you
Tippy-toed to my crib and did me a

You every question I ever had
On the female anatomy, you sat on me
Cheating is more than the taking of pellum
So him, before I tell him

If had told her boyfriend
she was supposed to
None of this would be

Tell him, his feelings, you
You took his credit card, went on the
You bought me after shirt with his hard-earned work
You treat him dirt

My conscience said to me, yo Chubbs you be careful
She you the keys to his Cherokee jeep
But I don't wanna go six feet
In the dirt for skirt

I was cut her off but the stuff was kinda dope
The dope even my car note, nope
I'm let her go yet until I get
girl can really get me out of financial debt

So I chill, passion kills, tears
On an innocent grill overspilled
The guilt, stuck in my chest so I
you tell him, maybe you can start off fresh
Cheating is more serious than the of pellum
So him, before I tell him

If Mary had her boyfriend
Like she was to
of this would be happening

Here's one more bang for the
Never again will you
Like this you miss the imprint of my fist
Embedded in the bed by your

"Don't leave me Chubb, don't me Chubb", she screamed
I got access to all of his
I lust for your pelvic thrust so why you trust
Don't fuss, he'll never find out us

But baby, I see you no more and
Let me see at the door

Yo, who are
Who me? You don't man?
Why I'm shoot ya

If had kept his prick in his pants
he was supposed to
None of this would happened