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Don’t. Don’t play with her, don’t be dishonest,
Still not understanding is logic,
How U gonna cope with those folks,
Sitting over there in that chair,
Poppin out Yo’ game with no shame,
Turning up the heat with that meet,
Faking out the boo cause these nights too long,
Writing down your no’s so you don’t go on,
Paper racing beats in the passion I kill,
U Choking up my fans just on how U feel,
That’s why I’m crazy for what I’m bound,
Blackin’ out your source for these clowns,
Judging from the steps that is O.k. I take,
Standing out like a duck with the A.K.,
Need some mo’ connect 4 what I knew,
Tearing up the floor from the funk just hitting you,
See I’m an addict and I like to sell crack,
It’s the sit that keeps pops all black,
You say u come for the real hitter,
Then check out my rec cause I’m a real killer,
Just in my days that I like to go strong,
Cracking on my homies cause I know they do wrong,
Chill, Chill, Chill…. eH hap..
