you You are the one, the one I need To make my dreams come true Oh, you should know, I love you so And I can't go on without you You are the one, the
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attest to mess around and I'll arrest you I ain't playing you know what I'm saying? This ain't the best you've ever hear coming from a female MC But you
you I love you Doodi [Chorus] The days are cold livin' without you The nights are long, I'm growing older I miss the days though, thinkin' about you You
not to step in my path the police are saying fuck you punk read my rights and shit, it's all junk pullin' out a billy club so you stabe a blood bath
The only shark that swim in henn no water Got ya daughter doin’ shit you don’t think she oughta Gave the order to slaughter any ass like that You know
Are you ready, ready Ready for warfare Wayne, Turk, Juvi, and BGeezy they all there We all flare, don't care, dog they all tear Give the guns to the one
, at the top of the hill Rich are the rooms and the comforts there Red are the arms of luxuriant chairs And you won't know a thing till you get inside
, baby I ain't asked you to fear it Mandatory you think about it after you hear it And it's the evils that's gonna make you have to compare it You know
to you I love you Doodi The days are cold livin' without you The nights are long, I'm growing older I miss the days of old, thinkin' about you You may
I attack my rap squad are fake Gods Faker than their tongue, strung out From the tongue out bring out fraudulence To the audience 'cause they are conveyors
that's wack Plus you use that loop over and over Claiming that you got a new style Your attempts are futile, Ooo chile Your puerile Brain waves are sterile You can't create, you
'm sayin', "Fuck you, punk." Readin' my rights and shit. It's all junk. Pullin' out a silly club, so you stand with a fake-ass badge and a gun in your
I'm sayin', "Fuck you, punk." Readin' my rights and shit. It's all junk. Pullin' out a silly club, so you stand with a fake-ass badge and a gun in your
, everything has changed You say how can I make these dirty raps Number one albums, back to back If it was 1950, do you think I'd sell, no They probably
a bitch 'cuz you wanna get a nut off Think about that money first, mayn What is that bitch doin' for you? What are you gettin' outta the situation?
you parle with dun I clap you, I clap him, and that's rule number one Suckin' my dick, and I don't give a fuck what you spit Who you are, where you