This is a man who walks around with his head held high but his pants are falling down. And this is a man who understands the red in his eye and the
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door? Man I'm this close to going toe to toe with this whore What would you do if she was telling you she wants a divorce She's having another baby in
know that you wantin this tell me can you handle it show me how you work dem hips and maybe you can roll with it Two months of conversation man its a
just care about my daughter Ay mama, you seem to forget I never will let A man control my emotions But when he smiles (when he smiles) I feel like a
lips Keep a real good jean on ya hips You can get it And to my dudes If you keep a good bitch in ya crew And you rock a good mother fucken suit And you
to the beat, she rockin' it for me And all I can think about is rockin' it to sleep Her face is like a model Body shape just like a bottle Girl I wanna
m a be, I'm a be I'm a I'm a I'm a be. I'm a be, I'm a be I'm a I'm a I'm a be. I'm a be, I'm a be I'm a I'm a I'm a be. I'm a be be be be I'm a I'm a
huh Tell me, can you handle it? Uh huh Show me how you work them hips Uh huh And maybe you can roll wit it Two months of conversation Man, this is a
Hey yo, Nelly, this is fire What ya talkin' 'bout girl? Let's make it hot for the clubs Missy, this is fire, th-th-this is fire, this is fire Down south
? Man I'm this close to going toe to toe with this whore What would you do if she was telling you she wants a divorce She's having another baby in a
a nigga) She playin' with my mind, see the bitch is fine I can't make her mine but I could talk her down You don't hardly dance, this yo' chance Nigga
thing on a nigga She playin with my mind see the bitch is fine I can't make her mine but i could drop a dime You want her to dance, this your chance
in my rhyme This is yours, this is yours... this is mine This is yours this is yours this is mine (Whatever you attach to is what you become) (Now I
go, go She rockin' to the beat, she rockin' it for me And all I can think about is rockin' it to sleep Her face is like a model Body shape just like a
basketball, mademoiselle, look I ain't Biggie Smalls, I don't even want a story to tell I'm a lover, not a fighter, alright but then a girl walked in
desire Lord help me douse this fire This internal inferno Hotter than a shot of Cuervo Her top was short and purple Belly dancing in a circle When I feel like this
