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Verse 1
I've been. father dear
I've been. father dear (I know you
wanna fuck me)
I've been held,
We came to give love to our die
harded real bitches
That stick through they man
through the bullshit and
Good loving and good
fucking all night long
What makes a young killer feel strong,
you know
You from black thongs to black
? stem hope?
With a lifestyle bigger than don knockers
With a left hand body guard
like John Rocker
cracker
, you served pain but
that didn't stop ya
Offered the money, gotsta prosper
Blame me for the babies we kill,
ain't that ill
I'm the one who wants
to go to hell with it
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? hoping to kinda self finish?
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She moved above the law,
50 G's in the floor
Type to bring Whitney a key
right to her door
Watching for drugs low living the China white
If you got her high enough,
you could fuck her with a stick of dynamite
Tie her up, smack her up, have your way
I met her Wednesday had that by Saturday
She was half black, born in South Korea
Raised in an orphanage,
the men would often come to see her
The nuns didn't stop the soldiers
from raping her
Which is why she had panic
attacks like Kim Bassinger
Months went by, I heard she put
base in her stogs
Lit it with a stove,
stole all the crates and a soul
I saw it in her face she was losing control,
confused in her role
The cash flow disintegrated like her ass,
yo
the Rotten Apple
Say goodbye to the Porsche, kingpin
wants a divorce
She was diagnosed with cancer,
heard it from the Source
? wanders?
from, manger to manger,
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looking to be held
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Saw me running through,
gun inside the face
Goose saw what the struggle do
I mean you act like your fake
friends is loving you
They undress in front of me
and I'm uncomfortable
Figure I'll just come to you,
try to confide
But then I start thinking 'bout
the last time you lied
(?) Don't care what you got to hide
What I saw burned my eyes like chloride
All I wanna know is why,
I wasn't even tryna spy
Come home dice from Bed-
Stuy all inside
Shoulda known,
all you did was was pull me down
I shoulda grown,
canceled the mortgage on the home
bust the cellular phone
I let you roam
but now I gots to leave you alone
Harsh reality is the case,
like when you spit in the wind
It might come back in your face
I just came to get my shit, no anger
Outro 1
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