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[8 Yeah.. talkin 'bout, what'chu think you doin? Why you walkin out, you think you goin? You like you didn't, you knew what I was doin 3 o'clock in the mornin, you where I was goin to my spot, a loft in the city Stopped and picked up somethin pretty on the suckin titties You in the bed sleepin, I that I was workin You smile you see me but inside you was hurtin The cars and the clothes, that you asked me I was care of you, I thought that you was happy Out of town, fuckin 'round, all-star, A-T-L, Magic City, big dick hoes Panties on the back seat, I know whose shit that is Condoms and phone numbers, I don't whose shit that is F'real, you know when I realized I was wrong When I wrote the to this song
unnamed singer] Just tell me why baby, did I ever did I ever did I ever let you go Cause I love you cause I love you I really love you so baby Baby, woo - it's the very last time that I'll let you I won't make the mistakes again
Yeah, since way I was a mag-a-net for pretty women And brought up in the city where exercise their pimpin I fight daily, I could be in Paris chillin With somethin young, eager talent, they ready and I get a lot of numbers but don't really call 'em Unless I hit 'em just to let 'em know I'm out ballin I know you picture me, laid up these other women Most of the time I'm not, I get 'em Who was woman lookin at me up in Wal*Mart in the sexual fantasy, her drawers hot But back to the subject, the chemistry I loved it Mental, emotional, couldn't put above it But every stone you had to touch it Rolled 'em over, look what you found, now you But I leave, look me in my eye Don't cry, lie..
[8 You and me, of that, sticky weed and cog-nac You how I lick it then, put the dick up in your back There you go, talkin 'bout, what you know, who said that saw me trickin some-where with one of yo' friends Did you see me do it NO, do you that shit fo' sho' Who you gon' me, or them ol' meddlin hoes Daaaamn, I think of all the I put you through This a lonely and, sometimes I be missin you
I got a tank of gas to burn up, up the radio Baby hit your girls, go 'em c'mon get ready to go We fo', somewhere, tucked in and very low key No interruptions, no phones, no tee-vee Just you and me, up on some Hennessy Makin sure that we the whole, cup to the end it be to be chemistry between us and even though you saw the in my Beamer..
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