(Young Chris talking)
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G - I - F - I
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Get In Where You Fit In, baby
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You know, roll wit ya boyz
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Gunnaz!!
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(Young Chris)
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Honestly, my favorite type of gear
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a scrunchie for a hair, LaPerle underwear
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bang her from the rear
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baby girl dont care who there
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all i know she dont care who here
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thats what i love about her
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make the thugs bring the love up out em
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she know you comin, she gon stop and get the nut up out em
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They learn enough about 'em
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They get enough up out 'em
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Just like a nigga that soon she fuck give a fuck about em
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Thats my type, baby
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No disrespect to tha bourgeois and too polite ladies
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i'll do tha wife, maybe
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maybe later when a player in his thirties
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man i cant afford these young'ns tryna play a nigga dirty
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have me up all night talkin bout i cant sleep
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too hurt to eat, baby girl neva see, that be he
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Not me i'm way a better cheat
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You know me better, b
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we just fuck em and duck em and leave em..
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Chorus(2X)
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All night cant sleep too hurt to eat
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Thats the way it goes
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Thats the way it goes
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(Pooda Brown)
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See all my life i've been the type to keep a lil bitch
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Fresh in the mornin put it on me , cook a lil grits
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She like to touch my lips
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yea i like to touch her hips
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Then we get it poppin when a player get enough to split
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Back to that block where i be
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I'm on her mind though
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I wanna call her and ball her i'm on my grind though
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she wanna ride on the love train
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But love man, aint what i'm here for
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Thats not what i care for
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I'm in and out when i wanna
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Dont wanna one-a
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We could kick it in the winter
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but i'm cool in the summer
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I rather go through my act
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With them packie packies on her lap
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We on the corner, nigga heavy and he packin stacks
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Quality time, you outta ya mind
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you steppin over ya line
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i know that you fine, girl
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but all i do is fuck em and duck em
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pops told me dont trust em
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Every night is another one
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Pooda got em up....
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Chorus(2x)
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(Neef)
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Baby girl, dont act foolish when you know that you know betta
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I keep you fine cuz you a dime but you gets no cheddar
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Its hard to show feelings when you know you aint got none
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I aint the type of brother that'll bail soon as ya drop one
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I'm in the crib yea soon as tha block done
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i lay pipe all night so let tha bed bugs bite
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She grippin the sheets tight
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i came when she came twice
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Oh you got the right one
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we sex till the sun come
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Good thing i brought a box of them Magnums
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or nine months later she pop out wit a bad one
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And everything change that a chicken be naggin
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listening to her girlfriends, now she want more ends
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Taking out my benz, scraping up my rims
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every other weekend she out, girlfriend be clubbin
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Went from somethin to nothin now she huffin and puffin
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cuz a nigga be frontin and i got her up....
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Chorus(2x)
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Fade to end.....
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The Way It Goes
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Young Gunz |