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Verse One |
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You know I used to be a player, fly girl layer and a heartbreaker, |
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lovemaker, backbreaker but then I made a |
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mistake yes I fell in love with this ill chick |
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sweatin' me for money, my name and the dilsnick |
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my homeboys told me to drop her for it would be to my benefit |
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she used to say I'd better quit hanging with those derelects |
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romancing is my thing but I can't swing with no scheming hoes |
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wherever my beema goes you know that I'm driving |
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surviving in the 90's is a must so I trust |
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that everyone listen up as my vocals give thrust |
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I bust my rhymes first never chasing a skirt |
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do much work while other suckas need more time to rehearse |
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now back to the ex-girls, ex-lovers, ex-friends |
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it made me mad to find that she was only after my ends |
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she phones me and goes on about her new life now |
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I wish she knew right now |
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I think she's busted let's discuss it |
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when I was with her no trust, just fights |
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just the he-say-she-say and the neighborhood highlights |
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bow I got my new girl or as I say my baby doll |
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but I'm still gettin' crazy calls, my ex-girl's got balls |
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don't wanna play the field cuz I get lovin' at home base |
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don't gimme no long face just exit with a grace |
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you and I are the past, c'est la vie, much respect girl |
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but now you're my ex-girl cuz I'm on with the next girl |
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Chorus |
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Next |
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Verse Two |
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she had much loot liked to buy me fresh-dipped gear |
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liked to have me near cuz of my svoir faire |
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the time we shared was brief cuz I needed relief |
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from her high-classed antics and all her conceit |
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now she's crying wolf and I like don't wanna hear that |
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I told her the bear facts when things started out |
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she wines and she pouts about how I did her bad |
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yo but she'd tried to buy me |
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even tempt me with the hiney |
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I fell for a sec cuz the clothes were real fly |
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I could almost feel I |
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would give into her whims |
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her thoughts were erratic, sporadic, crazy in nature |
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I told her hey look I can no longer date ya |
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Tried to pimp with bank and fell short, your ship sank |
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many thanks for the time and the watch and the link |
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you and I are the past, c'est la vie, nuff respect girl |
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but now you're my ex-girl cuz I'm straight with the next girl |
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Chorus |
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Verse Three |
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you saw my mom in the supermarket and gave her your number |
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you asked how's my sister then asked how's my brother |
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didn't ask about my father cuz you know he ain't like ya |
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every time I left for your crib yo he'd really get hyper |
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the advice he used to give me makes much sense now |
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I can't believe I used to let you break my confidence down |
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you used to ask me why the hell did I wanna live in Brooklyn? |
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you messed up my flow although you were good-lookin' |
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yes darlin' was fly and this was the problem |
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cuz back in the day she had me scheming and robbin' |
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to get her things to wear so when she went to the club |
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all eyes were on her and me I just bugged |
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caught in between felling proud and feeling more like a sucker |
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had to go undercover, get away, find another |
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been in Brooklyn 9 years and been around the world too |
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I've seen so many fly girls and I knew just what to do |
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I went from ex-girl to next took my time with each one |
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and you know they still love me so stop jellin' me hon |
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went home to see mom and I saw you at the bus stop |
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must I stop? nah I think not |
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you and I are the past c'est la vie, much respect girl |
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but now you're my ex-girl & I'm out with the next girl |
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out. |
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Chorus |
