| Yo mamma don’t like me, I can’t blame her
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| No boy’s good enough for your daughter after you raise her
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| You run from her judgement, but you run on a track
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| Because the further you run from it, the closer you get back
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| She says he’s black, he’ll never love you
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| Through his day, he’s prolly never thinking of you
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| He’s a gangster, he’s gonna do what thugs do
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| Don’t ever trust him, he’ll never love you
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| He’s black, he’ll never love you
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| Through his day, he’s prolly never thinking of you
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| He’s a gangster, he’s gonna do what thugs do
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| Don’t ever trust him, he’ll never love you
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| Words they cut me, words they fray
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| Words they come out and never go away
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| Words they paint, and my canvas is full
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| From all the hurting painters out here just like you
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| Who paint me black, he’ll never love you
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| Through his day, he’s prolly never thinking of you
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| He’s a gangster, he’s gonna do what thugs do
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| Don’t ever trust him, he’ll never love you
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| He’s black, he’ll never love you
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| Through his day, he’s prolly never thinking of you
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| He’s a gangster, he’s gonna do what thugs do
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| Don’t ever trust him, he’ll never love you
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| It wouldn’t matter if I told you I loved you a thousand timed
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| It wouldn’t matter if I showed you I loved you with all of my life
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| You’ve made your mind up and now you mean it
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| All the things you said about me, didn’t think you believed them
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| Said you’re Raz, you’ll never love me
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| Through your days, you’re prolly never thinking of me
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| You’re a gangster, it can get ugly
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| I’ll never trust you, you could never trust me
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| You’re Raz, you’ll never love me
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| Through your days, you’re prolly never thinking of me
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| You’re a gangster, it can get ugly
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| I’ll never trust you, you could never trust me |