Everybody wants the hero, who wants the man? Who fights his devils and does the best he can wants a playa, I just wanna be friends
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Get the cream, get the Get the cars, he to go far But how far is too far
here love, chicka love, let me holla at you 'Cause what you got is worth more than a or two Soil another game usually I wouldn't do But you my girl and I can tell its bothering you
This mother, ah must that he a father to you You got vision but blockin' the view I he payin' yo tuition to get the car fixin'
He got juice or is he pulp he be strip clubs Trickin' 'dubs he got big pub Is it his image or him that you in with
You on some shit but you was never I superficial when rent's due is trip what a chick do You don't like his mind the way he And you said that his breath
But all of added up Doesn't equal a fresh think who you are You the moon baby so fuck the
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