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yo stomach six pack throwback u already know that im in love with yo stomach six pack, throwback,you already know that im in love with yo stomach its
m young, but know I'll have you in a bungalow Fillin yo stomach wit Cris, yo lungz with dro I'll have you sprung fa sho It ain't gon be no limit where yo
find a path that I can stomach just trying to make some sense out from it, unh don't stop, don't stop what you got don't stop til you find the sweet
life ain't straight, if you incapable, Having a little trouble a day wid ah fiend or somethin' Betta plead to bloody Jesus Watch how the majesty control it Don't
Can't get none, but you know I love you girl yo [Chorus:] [Royce] She the one that wanna ride hot whips, huh Same one that ain't really got shit, huh
huffin and puffin wasn't what it was either, it was neither I was buzzin but it wasn't what she thought Pee in teacup? Bitch you ain't my keeper I'm sleepin
! This is it baby! End of the road, ha hah! When you a dawg, you a dawg for life! You don't hear me though, you don't hear me though You don't hear me
I'm lovin' it Don't you love it too? Yo Hi, I'm not here to waste your time You know this ain't a pick up line I just think that you're a dime Well don't
talk to me 'Til the sun comes up Who's gon' take your place There ain't nobody better Oh, baby baby, we belong together [Verse 2:] I can't sleep at night
sleeve (Yeah) I don't need this motherfucka nor, in pain (Whooa) (Ha, no I don't) I don't need this mothafucka nor, in pain (Whooa) I don't need this
ain't straight, if you incapable Having a little trouble a day wid ah fiend or somethin' Betta plead to bloody Jesus, watch how the majesty control it Don't
Fore I come through with the same M-11 The Feds took from me, and shoot you in yo motherfucking stomach [Chorus: Scarface] You a Snitch Nigga, when you rat on yo
do it again) High tech boots spray painted witcha names (do it a) T-shirts airbrushed that read the same (let's do it again) Thick herringbone chain, one gold with yo