[Master P]
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Yo C, that's where your boo stay at?
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Oh they ballin' like that huh?
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What they think about you fool?
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Chorus [Erica Foxx]
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Boy they don't really know you, like I really know you
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I don't care what they say
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Boy they don't really know you, like I really know you
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I don't care what they say
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[Erica Foxx]
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I'm down with you, 'til the end boy
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when the strugglin', hustlin', thuggin', lovin'
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So I ain't trippin' on what they sayin'
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about you, cause I got you, even if your creepin'
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Chorus [Erica Foxx]
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Boy they don't really know you, like I really know you
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I don't care what they say
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Boy they don't really know you, like I really know you
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I don't care what they say
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[C-Murder]
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It's like one plus one, equals me and you, boo
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I know you forever TRU by the things you do
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Not only would you ride, die, and cry for me
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You'll even take my charge, kiss your baby bye for me
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Now that's love, that unconditinal kind
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If we broke up, or you throw up, you might lose your mind
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You catch me red-handed, with my hands on the goods
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But you let me slide cause you know I'm straight out the hood
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You say it's because of all the little things I do
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If minds only knew the real things we been through
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But most of all I like the way you be scratching my back
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and grabbin' my pillows and pulling the sheets, when you're lovin' me
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Chorus [Erica Foxx]
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Boy they don't really know you, like I really know you
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I don't care what they say
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Boy they don't really know you, like I really know you
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I don't care what they say
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[Master P]
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Now you gonna ride with me wodie when times get hard
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Now if my luck change, then we both live large
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Take care of the kids, cause I'll be home in a week
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and that diamond bezzle you wanted, it's under the tree
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Six carots, two minks, I'll be bringing with me
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Them ?? get out cause I'm ready to flee
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See I like a thug girl that's gonna keep it real
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And when the cops pull us over, she's gonna hide that steel
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And my boonapalist post bail when a soldier be down
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And she even hit a lick, just to keep me 'round
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My little boo don't even trip when they be wanting her man
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Cause when she go shopping, is it you and a friend
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Tattooed my name on her back cause she loved a thug
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And before we go hustlin', it be kisses and hugs
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And don't mess with no scrub, cause she love that bud
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And there ain't no limit to this ghetto love, ya heard me?
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Chorus [Erica Foxx]
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Boy they don't really know you, like I really know you
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I don't care what they say
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Boy they don't really know you, like I really know you
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I don't care what they say
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They Don't Really Know You
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C-Murder |