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(Chorus: Murphy Lee) |
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These streets, is way too crucial |
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I just don't know, 'bout fuckin' with new hoes |
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These streets, is way too crucial |
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I just don't know, 'bout fuckin' with new hoes |
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(Hook: Ali) |
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I keep the same flock, treat em good |
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Get they mind right, and take em out the hood |
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Fuck a new ho, I keep it real though |
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Buy em new clothes and shit, but, um, no dough |
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(Ali) |
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Like Presents, she worked at the liquor sto' |
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So I don't pay for blunts or them bottles of Mo' |
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She got the hookup, she loves to bone |
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She love the way the new Q sittin' on chrome |
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She love the way the hood, talk about it |
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How it used to be rowdy, calmed down and got bout it |
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I can't doubt it, it's deep more than just sexin' |
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It's conversation buildin' the Earth based on lessons |
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Pussy ain't shit without a brain behind it |
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Got these queens actin' like hoes simple-minded |
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Never overzealous, I gasp at what a lady tell us |
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Keep it peace to God, love Allah, never fellas |
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(Chorus: Murphy Lee) |
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(Hook: Ali) |
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Like Moon she conservative, stackin' the funds |
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Manage Foot Locker so I keep Air Force Ones |
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We sit and talk, net game, net lost |
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Portfolio, she a broker I bought |
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Two cribs in Spanish Lake, one in Burlington down |
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She put me on at no fees, just me around |
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It's sufficient, ate your momma Diva in the kitchen |
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Veggie burger with cabbage, fresh water lavish |
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She study and meditate, part-time student |
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Work a lot, only I can hit the spot |
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Showin' self-control, controllin' my soul |
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Easy come, easy go, but all women ain't hoes |
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(Chorus: Murphy Lee) |
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(Hook: Ali) |
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(Ali) |
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Like Crane that's my boo, I got nothin' but love |
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She got a fat ass she work at the gentlemen's club |
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Straight freaky, straight kinky, straight wild |
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She like to ride but she love dogs with style |
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Only if her son ain't home, even though we grown |
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That's somethin' she want him to come to on his own |
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So we do a lot at Radisson and Embassy Suites |
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Sometimes we don't make it, end up in the backseat |
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She go to Fontbonne, low cuts to class |
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Keeps the boys horny, and the faculty mad |
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But it's real with me, do you I got the back |
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Cause me and you connectin, it's hard to find that |
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(Chorus: Murphy Lee) x2 |
