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Yao, this is Jae Keeps, still reppin upstate New York, still high as a mutha fucka, and still the same.
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Peak #1,230
Peak in subgenre #88
Author
Jae Keeps
Uploaded
August 29, 2005
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MP3 2.7 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
Dear lover, I know you gon miss me,
For we been together but life here ain't shit see,
Get dropped, I dont fold fo weak shit,
Cuz u sure hate this kid when the dolo's leave quick,
Gimme couple years, shit I might just greet chicks,
A couple words, but life's secret is blurred,
I never dip the budget just to get to fuckin,
Don't kiss my lips bitch my dicks for lovin,
My whole life this kid's gotten shit for comfort,
So when my clips unbuttoned a chick is quick to duckin,
Get her to lick and suckin,
Never legit, bust nuts and fuck sluts got at least a six and hundred,
That's just on the side,
In the bar I grind got her mind in the ride till she palms the nine,
Not the gat, plus I never got caught or smacked,
Treat em like shit cuz from them I caught a lot of crap,
The smarter cat,
Throw hoes boomerang style, they return and I toss em back,
I ought to crack, cuz now my patience is sheer,
Good things come to those who wait, I been waitin for years,
No miss right, only right now, got shit for patience,
Only miss wrong, miss not me, miss-information,
Love's kinda like weed for me when I get to blazin,
Cuz as soon as it's in my system I piss away it,
People devote to hoes, that's when they fakeness shows,
Datin those, from their true boys they take a doze,
I seen holmes forsake the close to take a bone,
Bros before hos that's just the way it goes,
But that's my just my mindset,
Other cats'll chase a fly set and then wonder why they mind's wrecked,
To girls, I ain't nothin good to the eye yet,
I ain't ready to em show me, it just ain't time yet,
I learned why they name treez after a slut,
Cuz right after you fuck with em, they'll fuck you up,
They wanna see grown men pumpin out tears,
Cuz they only care if you got a bundle to share,
And truthfully, ya I would trust em, it's clear,
But whenever I was scared they were there to double the fear,
When I sleep with em, I never make it to sleep,
Cuz I seen bitches say they was pregnant for cheese,
Played the hand of life, never made it queens,
Got to kings tho, and it was like aces to me,
Relationships where everything lost, nothin was gained,
And the dame left the dude smothered with shame,
Like they smothered his brain,
Seen em go right back for comfort, thats like usin a gun for the pain,
Bitches that get to ball, when they get to malls,
Now they spreadin rumors sayin his dick was small,
Just cuz they ain't get the call,
Bitches can make you feel so high, but then you quick to fall, yup...
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