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(feat. Baghdad) [Movie Sample] Well it's like this I come home every evening and everything And she's always accused me of cheating Cheating, everyday, everyday... [phone rings] [Intro: Baghdad] Aiyo, yo, yo let me talk to you for a minute Let me talk to you for a minute I'm sayin', you always be on that bullshit I'm sayin', I'm out here doin' this shit KnowhatI'msayin? You think I'm hangin' out And shit, fuck that man Word up man, I'm doin' this shit You see this shit, don't be listenin, man You on that fuckin bullshit everyday Everytime I try to talk to you, be on that shit [Chorus: all] Love, love, love, love, love, love, love [x2] Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love Love, love, love, love, love, love, love Letras de canciones [Baghdad] Most selected, chocolate complected I nicknamed Nightlite before I sexed it The heart reflect it You ain't right, you ain't a virgin But you want to get married in white Be a wife in the second stage part of ya life Get a divorce, just to escape wit the ice Beside ya job, ya rather be slobbin' the knob Just because a nigga be drivin' a car Hittin' it raw by the stove on the kitchen floor On the phone wit his boys callin you some hot whore How much more, fever can you catch before You learn a lesson and understand what I've been manifestin' Grow up and stop actin' like a adolesence Come from behind the shadows and be my moon crescent [Interlude: Baghdad] See that's the shit man Every time I turn around, man Word up, man, you think I'm out fuckin wit these groupies, man Ain't that time for that shit Tryin' to do this man Tryin' to do this as a family, tryin' get the money Niggas thinkin' I'm fuckin' hangin' out and shit Smokin' weed and just hangin out in the corner But until you be up in there man We takin it wild, we doin shit in the studio What do you expect, just to go lyin' and shit Word up, man [Chorus x2] [Hell Razah] We had two kids, two sets of keys to the crib Talks on the Brooklyn Bridge, receive and give Knowledge, how to eat and live, and teach a wiz Corrupt seed bring forth corrupt fruits I seem to notice that you change when you touch loot And every nigga in a Range ain't the one, boo We had a rose, beautiful but yet deadly I was wit you in ya mind, body and soul Money and clothes make young girls wanna be hoes In the nail salon, polish all their fingers and toes You was chose to be loyal and I be there for you Night, you can only smell my frank incense oil lonely, tempted by gifts the nigga bought you Guilty, talk about other bullshit I taught you Leavin' you a message every time I call you Voicemail from a top choice female My pearl in a oyster at the bottom of a seashell She said I do crime and I'mma see jail Kids are goin' criminal, just to eat well My woman can't be strong when she got a weak male I need a man to land on, whenever plans fell [Chorus x2] [Outro: Baghdad] Word man, I fuck that Hand me that bullshit, I'm out, man Word up, I'm out You see that shit you be doin I can't fuck you Then you wanna call me Talkin about you sorry, knowhatI'msayin You best to stay, I ain't got time for that Every time I turn around, you try to accuse me Of messin wit somebody Ya friend's, sister's, brother's, uncle's, nephew You never see me, but you always listen to somebody else Every time I turn around If it ain't you cousin It's your brother's, friend's, uncle's nephew It's always somethin' Word up, it can happen It can happen, it can happen Yo you ain't see it, it can happen From Letras Mania