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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #659
Peak in subgenre #114
Author
Linc
Rights
Emcee Linc
Uploaded
April 04, 2007
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.9 MB • 128 kbps • 4:17
Story behind the song
My ex...this song is brought to you by kelsey
Lyrics
So I'm Kickin It In School Right? Seen The Bombest Damn Girl/
Like A Light Brown Honey Knew I Hadda Make'er My World//
No Lies Shorty This Bitch Was Damn Finest, Damn Tightest/
Knew She Hung Wit Chris N I Knew She Hadda Fam-Crisis//
Talked N Chatted, She Said She Came From New York/
Hadda Holla At That As I Was Smokin My New Port//
S'crazy, This Bitch Turned Bitch To A Fan, Watched Me Grow To A Man/
Now We Sick Ta Our Stomachs Of Tests Like Exams//
No, I Jus Can't Front Like This/
I Know The Temptations Is Irresteble But Fight-This//
Maybe We Might Kiss, Maybe We Won't Be Seen-Together/
Maybe We Won't Be-Together, Whichever it's to Be-The-Better//
I'mma Grown Man And I Can't Have A Grown-Girl/
I Need A Woman Who Gonna Moan Turn Me Into Her Own-World//
I Ain't Gonna Letchu Front Cuz You Done Me Dirty/
Question I Gotta Ask, How Do I Know You Won't Hurt-Me?// (Fuck it man)
(Talkin bout life)
Yo I Ain't Know Much But I Do Know Women Is Trouble/
Make That A Double, We Ain't Even A Couple//
Atleast You Assume We On That Term Of Agreement/
Hit it in my house, every position, Lotsa Screamin//
Lotsa Love Yous, But Damn Ain't No Love Anymore/
Fuck 2 Cents This Bitch Is The New Penny-Whore//
Damn Mayne I Ain't Know Or Even Try N Tell-The-Future/
N Don't Catch Me In A Casino You Can Tell-I'mma-Loser//
Cuz She Made-Me, She Crazy, I Used To Call You Baby/
She Hates Me, In Thanksgiving She My Turkey N My Gravy//
Essential, Potential To Be My Own Residential/
Unforgettable, Wifey No Doubt Gett'er Presidential//
We Different Now But I Guess Her Brains-Had-A-Change/
S'over, Remain-On-The-Stage, No More Wifey Suicide Slain-Inna-Rage//
Yo She Killin Me Here You Should Gett'er On Lock-Up/
Or Locked Down, Either Way This Shit's Focked-Up//
(Talkin Bout bein hurt, n knowin in the future)
We Talkin On The Phone She Only Gimme A Minute/
Like A New York Second She Be Gone N Diminish//
Like "Yo Where You Go?" N "Hey I Really Miss-You"/
But My Love For Hip Hop Is That Really The Issue?//
Nah I Think You Missin Details, Or Maybe It's My E-mails/
Shit You Know Where You Can Find Me Stuck In Retail//
This Is Back To The Bricks She Said My Rappin-Was-Sick/
She Say She Wanna Superman, I'm Jus Batman-N-Its//
Cuz I'mma Average Man, Wit A Mind That's Savage-Damn/
She Hurt Me To Bad Done Some Damn Damage-Fam//
I Lost You Over Hip Hop Damn Jus Anotha Sacrafice/
For That Mic Device, Havin Only Half Of Me Halfs-My-Life//
Everyone Sayin It's Mind Games, Yeh I'm Hurtin But I'm Fine-Mayne/
S'all In My Mind Swear To God That I'm Dyin-DAMN//
S'ova, Fine, I'mma Try N Fuckin Block Ya Numbas/
Block Ya Screen Names, If You Ain't Wantin Me Numba// (One Up)
