| If we ain't married, then we can't do this |
| Them niggas ain't havin' pape, they can't do this |
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| My niggas smoked a nigga, put 'em in a blunt |
| But what the difference is, they both in the joint |
| If she break me once, then I can't love her twice, uh |
| Two-toned AP, these bitches gon' fuck tonight |
| You never a secret, they know I'm keepin' my weapon |
| If I see the good in you, buy you a Cuban link necklace |
| No, you not a trainer, you still see me flexin' |
| I wish I had more time to show you what it was |
| I wish I had more time, but you was in the club, girl |
| I wish I had more time, I gave it to the drugs, girl |
| I wish I had more time to think 'bout how we fuck, girl |
| I wish we had more time |
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| You was my lil boo, no, you not from California |
| You was my lil boo, even though that you most wanted |
| You was my lil boo, girl, you left a nigga scared |
| You was my lil boo, took you out them Chevrolets |
| Sometimes I get to abusin' my power, she gon' bow when I preach |
| Niggas in my hood don't call on God no more, they callin' on me |
| Toast up, should we squash the beef, the whole 6 disagree |
| Uh, put her on a Molly, fucked around and got it out her |
| Benjamin my problems, and my nephew baby bottles |
| Someone should come stick beside a nigga like this Carbine, whoa |
| I won't pay my nigga bond if he rat |
| Ran it up and fucked it up and got it back |
| I love my fans, I don't get tired of rockin' shows |
| Sometimes I get lonely, wanna hit the road |
| I think this the life that I dreamed |
| I think this the life that I dreamed |
| Money on mind, scars on my heart |
| Ignore me when I'm tryin', salute me when I fall |
| She everything, but she just got her ways |
| She everything, but she just got her ways |
| She everything, but she just got her ways |
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| My niggas smoked a nigga, put 'em in a blunt |
| But what the difference is, they both in the joint |
| If she break me once, then I can't love her twice, uh |
| Two-toned AP, these bitches gon' fuck tonight |
| You never a secret, they know I'm keepin' my weapon |
| If I see the good in you, buy you a Cuban link necklace |
| No, you not a trainer, you still see me flexin' |
| I wish I had more time to show you what it was |
| I wish I had more time, but you was in the club, girl |
| I wish I had more time, I gave it to the drugs, girl |
| I wish I had more time to think 'bout how we fuck, girl |
| I wish we had more time |
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| Uh, put her on a Molly, fucked around and got it out her |
| Benjamin my problems, and my nephew baby bottles |
| Someone should come stick beside a nigga like this Carbine, whoa |
| Money on mind, scars on my heart |
| Sometimes I get to abusin' my power, she gon' bow when I preach |
| Niggas in my hood don't call on God no more, they callin' on me |
| Toast up, should we squash the beef, the whole 6 disagree |
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