| Hold up, hold up, check my linguistics
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| Let me break it down to ya ! |
| Afrolistic !
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| I ain’t down with the love stuff kid
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| Nothing but trouble, jet on double
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| See ya got a habit, of keeping the brother broke
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| I ain’t the one, why? |
| Cuz I’m locked
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| Pack your bags, and put down the platter
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| You wanna chill with me cuz my pockets got fatter
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| You want din-din, drive a new Benz then
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| Suck me dry and spit me out again
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| Romancin', dancin' and a fur coat
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| Ah, ah, I don’t play these jokes
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| You can’t fade me, run me through the maze
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| I know about women and the mystic ways
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| And my cash flow, you can’t stop it
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| Give up the props to the underground prophet
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| Give me all your love
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| I want everything, I can’t let go
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| Give me all your love
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| If you ain’t my friend, you’ll be my foe
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| Love ah…
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| Give me all…
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| Back again, I guess you didn’t listen
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| Open your eyes, homegirl, because you’re missing
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| The simple fact that a bank can get you stuck
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| Caught between the wall and a mac truck
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| All for the taking, not to be took
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| 1−8-7 on the pocketbook
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| Violations, grounds for terminations
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| Mo’money, Mo’money, is what I’m facin'
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| I paid the price before, now I’m through with it
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| Don’t even front on me, because you did it
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| Instead of love, it’s a business proposition
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| So I broke on out on a new mission
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| If you would’ve been straight from the get go
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| Then you would not have to leave through the back door
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| One strike is what you get, later
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| See ya, and I wouldn’t wanna be ya !
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| Ah, I don’t play these jokes
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| Question: what is love?
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| Answer: the same as hate if your not careful
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| I want your love
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| Give me your love |