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(feat. Defari) |
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[Chorus x2: Tha Liks - overlaps "Passin' Me By" sample first line] |
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My dear my dear my dear |
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You do not know me but I know you very well |
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So let me tell you bout the feelings I have for you |
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[Tash] |
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Listen - it was a quarter past, one - the lights went, low |
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Everybody know the Likwid Crew's about to flow |
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At an Alkaholiks everybody go bananas |
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Niggaz slammin in the pit, bitches poppin off the cameras |
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Any mic you hand us Likwid niggaz make us killers |
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So we rock the motherfucker now we back stage - ILLIN |
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Still in, my wet ass clothes, strikin a pose |
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Niggaz askin who's [?] nigga, mind yo' rolls |
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I'm peepin out the hoes turnin up a forty ounce |
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All y'all women y'all can stay but all y'all niggaz gotta bounce |
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I looked across the room and seen this girl about to leave |
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Pretty face big titties weave hangin to her sleeve |
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Please believe I rushed her, Tash he on attack |
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Gave that bitch a oo-OOOP, the bitch looked back |
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I let her hit my cognac, she got buzzed and started wobblin |
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I asked her what she do, she said videos and modelin |
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[Chorus x2] |
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[Defari] |
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You don't know me, I bone you send you home feelin lonely |
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You always say, "Defari - how come you never hold me? (How come) |
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How come we don't go out so I can be your best homie?" |
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Cause I just wanna FUCK; you too god damn nosey |
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Play your position, no games, no pretendin |
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Don't act like you on top when you not badder than these women (nope) |
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Think you a Queen, when you really my (?) |
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Always listen to you talk, but me, never sharing |
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And if I'm sharing never vital information |
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Cause you'd probably snitch you bitch in a vital situation |
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Now you want my government to floss when you runnin with |
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Your homegirls - stupid, it's a cold world |
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I'ma keep it pimpin like Goldie and that nigga Slim |
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Alkaholiks, J-Ro, Tash, E-Swift be them |
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But you don't know me yet and still you wanna blow me |
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Bust a nut, uh-huh, okay, whassup? Shut up! |
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[Chorus x2] |
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[J-Ro] |
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You don't know me you don't know me you don't own me always on me |
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Tellin me to drop my forty when I'm chillin with my brodie |
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While I got the mic I'd like to tell you that you ain't my type |
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Because my dear you don't, have the common sense to see the light |
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My tastes vary; from rats to bitches niggaz wanna marry |
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You won't share me but you say my baby you will carry |
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You done went insane, callin me by my name; like |
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"Whassup J?" Girl you oughta be shamed |
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Call me J-Ro, or Daddy, you bad you mistaken |
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If you thought you had me, twisted like a bad knee |
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Type of cat that won't call you back, make you bring me cognac |
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And a whole zone of that, hop yo' ass out my lap |
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Fuck out, you gotta go, quit runnin yo' mouth |
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You good for nothin but, layin yo' ass all on my couch |
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It's cold outside, but you still gotta be out |
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Get out my doorway girl, you lettin all my heat out |
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.. and that's real |
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[Pharcyde] |
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"My dear my dear my dear you do not know me but I know you very well |
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Now let me tell you bout the feelings I have for you" |
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[Chorus x2] |
