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Huh, Boo
Maan, you stay talkin bout you're wit me
But you stay on that complaining thang, you what I'm sayin?
I aint down wit all complaining and fussin and fightin man
I'm a type dude, I'd like to let my gal get in the way,
But, you know what I'm sayin, the Lord blessed me with
So I gotta take advantage of that, you know what I'm talkin
So I gotta do it, so its

I if I didn't come home
Would you be down with me, yeah
I'll leave you tonight, uh ohh
I if I didn't come
you still be down with me, yeah
Because I'll you tonight, uh ohh

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If I didn't home
What you do to me?
Get on the telephone? Call Tyrone? him come get you in he morning
You're wrong, is my song
And I pay bills, keep my happy home
Wreckshoppin all night
I'm ready, fire
No matter what you do to me, my wheels gon on turnin
Are you down? So don't get me started
I got bitches out of town, if you fuckin wit clowns, leave you broken

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I let you play one time, then I knew you mine
The way you me baby and sex me, I 'd have to say you put it down
You took me, and you put me under you're wings, I lie
Can't no other take place, and can't a damn thang comply
I don't know if you noticed, but you're the on my list
Can't no nigga or no bitch their loving to a love like this
Up and down, thick and thin, I was always
Ready to box or on a bitch, you know I don't care
When you kiss me with your lips, I just fall in a
Me and you against the baby, priorities are gettin paid
Diamonds blindin, hoes cryin, aint a damn changed
Showin up and up, in this damn rap game
And by the way, I'm gon let you run the streets your thugs
When Valentine's comes around, you who's gettin your hugs
Fuck faces by fireplaces, Drink chases on mink
You a dog, you gon rome, but find your way home, so what

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Now if I come home, would you blow up my phone?
Punch in my styrofoam? Misplace my chrome?
Childish games in yo got yo mind confused
A made nigga or a fake? Now its time to
Many have tried my shoes, but travel too far
You knew the shit you was in before you fucked the star
Look how you suck up all my barre, you think this for free?
All this hustling in these keep all this ice on you and me
Picture how nicer it can be, private flights a week
Without you gripin about freaks and how they saw me at the beach
practice what I preach, you sit being obsolete
And remain to keep my business and my out of reach
And now if I come home, would you still be down?
You are a fool, I will admit, but start now
'cause I'm the same playa that's all about my dough
And I'm not comin home tonight, you ass hoe!