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I Don't Believe You
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Real Dope Song On A Sick Piano Beat I Penned!!! Another I Loved You And Then, Why!!!
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Real Dope Songs, With Real Dope Lyrics, Over Real Dope Beatz.
I Started This Rap Thing The Summer Before My Freshmen Year Of HighSchool. From That Point, That I Wrote My First Rhyme, It Was On, And I Never Stopped. After Rapping For About 3 1/2 Years, I Started Producing As Well. And Now I Do Both With A Very Credible Prestige, If I Might Add. But The Bottom Line I Think Is That I Just Love To Make Music, And I Love To Try New Things With It. So If I Write A Song That Needs A Singer, And I Don't Have One Available At The Time Of The Conception Of The Idea, I'm Not Afraid To Take It On Myself. I Like To Write Songs That Have Meaning, And Produce Tracks That Have Feeling, And Then I Like To Roll It All Together And Call It "Classic", Just Cuz It Sounds Real Nice. I'm Hoping To Meet Some Fresh New Talent On Here, And I'm Open To Working With Whoever, Just As Long As They Can Bring Heat, And They Got A Strong Heart For This.
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Hip-Hop • Hip Hop General
Charts
Peak #2,505
Peak in subgenre #1,352
Author
The MPR/MPP
Rights
MP Records
Uploaded
August 23, 2006
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MP3 3.8 MB • 128 kbps • 4:06
Story behind the song
I Wrote This When That Particular Someone And I Were Together Again, And Everything Was Great, Just As The Songs Says, And Then She Crept Out On Me, But Not As Bad As I Portray It To Be In Here, Even Though I Was Equally As Mad When I Found Out. Interesting, Art Transposing Future Events, It Seemed Pretty Interesting To Me How That Came Along At First. Remind Me Not To Write These Kinds Of Songs When I'm With Someone I Really Care About!
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I Don’t Believe You Written By The MPR Intro You Know You Always Said Everything Was Cool Verse 1 Everything Was Pretty And Everything Was Nice Till Everything You Did Seemed Every Bit Not Right When Every Single Night You Would Leave From By My Side Once You Thought It Was All Right If You Really Thought That I Wouldn’t Know What You Was Doing Then You’ve Fuckin Lost Your Mind Cuz The Only One You Foolin Is That Stupid Fuckin Guy Cuz I Bet If That Dude Knew That You Were My Fuckin Wife He Wouldn’t Even Look At You He’d Be Running For His Life No You Ain’t Been Slick Cuz I Can Taste Him On Your Lips Every Time We Fuckin Kiss And Every Time I Ask Where The Fuck It Is You Been You Don’t Waste No Fuckin Time To Go Grabbin For My Dick You Don’t Want No Fuckin Kids But Now Your Stickin It Right In And You Don’t Seem One Bit Worried That I’m Bout To Bust This Fuckin Crem In Your Fuckin Clitoris Before Or After I Fuckin Hit This Bitch That’s Grindin On My Grip Playing Like Her Man Don’t Know Fuckin Shit Chorus You Claimin That You Ain’t You Saying That You Stayed You Thankin I Don’t Thank That Your Creepin Out On Me Well Guess What I Don’t Believe You When You Smellin Like A Scank When You Come Home Real Late Then Start Kissin Up On Me And You Wonder Why I Say That I Don’t Believe You Interlude And I Don’t Need You Verse 2 I’ve Been Tryin To Figure Out Why You Would Creep Around I’m Thicker Then The Crowd Yeah I’m Talkin Bout My South And I’d Be Lyin If I Wasn’t Talkin Bout MySelf When I Said That I’m Everything You’ve Ever Dreamed About Having In A Man And I Always Fuckin Thought That Being A Lovin Husband Would Always Be Enough I Don’t Get How You Can Touch Me After What You’ve Done And How You Can Kiss Me And Tell Me That You Love Me When Every Single Night Your Out There With Someone Doing Shit That Fuckin Makes Me Wanna Grab A Fuckin Gun And Find You When Your With Him So I Can Spill Some Fuckin Blood All Over The Pavemunt You Lucky I Don’t Smack The Shit Outchya For The Shit You Fuckin Done I Don’t Care If I Break These Knuckles Cuz When I’m Done You Gone Be Numb And I Hope You Suffer From This Shit You Put Me Through And If You Ain’t Got The Message Yet This Means We’re Fuckin Through Interlude And I Ain’t Gonna Cry Over You Neither Bitch Shit You Be Lucky To Live Long Enough To Sign The Divorce Papers Chorus You Claimin That You Ain’t You Saying That You Stayed You Thankin I Don’t Thank That Your Creepin Out On Me Well Guess What I Don’t Believe You When You Smellin Like A Scank When You Come Home Real Late Then Start Kissin Up On Me And You Wonder Why I Say That I Don’t Believe You Interlude And I Don’t Need You
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