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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 that 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 me with somethin
So I take advantage of that, you know what I'm talkin bout
So I gotta do it, so its

I wonder if I didn't come
Would you still be with me, yeah
Because leave you tonight, uh ohh
I wonder if I didn't
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, this is my
And I gotta pay bills, keep my happy
Wreckshoppin all night
I'm ready, fire
No what you do to me, my wheels gon keep on turnin
Are you down? So don't get me started
I got bitches out of town, if you fuckin wit clowns, I'll you broken

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I let you play one time, I knew you were 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 wings, I can't lie
Can't no other take your place, and a damn thang comply
I don't know if you noticed, but the throwedest on my list
Can't no nigga or no bitch compare loving to a love like this
Up and down, and thin, I was always there
Ready to box or unload on a bitch, you know I don't
When you kiss me your lips, I just fall in a daze
Me and you the world baby, priorities are gettin paid
Diamonds blindin, cryin, aint a damn thang changed
Showin up and up, in this damn rap game
And by the way, I'm gon let you run the with your thugs
When Valentine's comes around, you know who's gettin your
faces by fireplaces, Drink chases on mink rugs
You a dog, you gon rome, but find your way home, so what

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