[Loon]
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Uh, uh, uh, uh, what
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Let's talk about it
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Yeah, yeah, yeah
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Ma, I told you, I'm not here to fuss or fight
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But I see it, all you wanna do is cuss all night
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In front of the kids, you tryin' to crush my life
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Cuz you know I ain't the type that punch my wife
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But I see now, who you want me to be
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While knee-deep in the penile, tryin' to freestyle
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But I see now, people could see, that ain't me
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When I bought you the E3, the crib in D.C.
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On GP, bought the Mazda Z3
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Bought your little brother the 52 inch TV
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With a Playstation to stay patient
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Cuz right now it's all about the kid's situation
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[Rashad]
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1 - Please baby girl
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Let's not fight
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If you're really gonna be in my life
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Let's work it out 'till we get it right
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Please baby don't
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Please don't cry
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If you're really gonna be in my life
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Let's work it out 'till we get it right
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[Huddy]
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All Out, yo, yo, yo
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One mistake in my life, this chicken head claimin' she white
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Jammin' my phone, like damn, she won't leave me alone
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Knew she was trife, the way she kept watchin' my ice
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Watchin' my step, hit it on top of the steps
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Knowin' she wild, no condoms, she havin' my child
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Now that I'm stuck, she keep key-scratchin' my truck
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Actin' all young, doing it in front of our son
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Peeped it before, but didn't want to think she's a whore
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Thinkin' it's good, fuckin' up her rep in the 'Hood
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Fuckin' up mine, fuckin' niggas two at a time
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But look at her now, Harlem World crook of the town
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But look at my rhyme, I'm glad it didn't turn it to crime
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And I'm thinkin' Little Huddy must have made me calm
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So I bowed down prayin' for my baby's mom
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I'mma change my ways now that my baby's born
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And I'mma love you anyway 'till the day you gone, what
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Repeat 1
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[Rashad]
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Now let me hear you say uh
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Say uh huh
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Let me hear you say uh
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Say uh huh
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Now let me hear you say uh
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Say uh huh
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Now let me hear you say
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Uh uh uh uh uh na na na na
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[Stase]
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Yo, yo, yo
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Yo, it's a holiday, sippin' on Chardonnay
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I'm wonderin' why these cats never celebrate Father's Day
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Y'all tellin' a fib, y'all ain't really take care y'all kids
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And y'all motherfuckin' liar if y'all say that ya did
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Now engaged in phrases, that tired old lines
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She was messin' around and the baby ain't mine
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But all y'all, knowin' y'all was hittin' it raw dog
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You don't wanna claim that? How you explain that?
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A ball that y'all shouldn't a got started
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Where was you when shorty turned two?
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Tell me what whould you do if the baby caught a flu
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You ain't even got a clue, if you do, tell me how to pursue
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But you quick to get hyper, come mess up my cypher
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No dough for no diapers, so why should I like ya?
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And you ain't never cared before
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So why should we care that you now see 74?
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Repeat 1
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[Rashad]
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Whoooa, whoooa, yeah
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Whoooa, whoooa
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We can work it out
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Whoooa, whoooa
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Whoooa, whoaaaa
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Can we start over again?
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Whoaaa
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Yeah, yeah, yeah
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Not the Kids
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Mase |