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We don't talk Outta town, I guess that's fuckin' with your thoughts Count my money up then straight back to New York I'm a city boy, man, what the fuck you thought All my shooters, they gon' shoot it, they gon' pull it I done gave you all the style, they went and took it Situations, they just change me for the better Always loved me, I had nothing when I met her (Yeah) I don't change, you don't change, so I buy you big rings Tell me that you love me, I don't got no time for games Keep that paper on me, no, bitch, I don't carry change Tell me that you love me, wanna fuck me for the fame Mama gettin' worried, said I wear too many chains If they ever touch me, hell, I'll put 'em in a grave I said fuck a label, went and dropped another tape I wanna come around, I'm sorry that I made you wait for me Pretty girl she said she grew up on the scene (Scene) I got money and I don't know what that mean to you I got changes in my life I gotta see (See) I can't love you, I got places I should be (Be) I wish I was around more (Around more) I wish I was around more, yeah (Yeah) I wish I was around more (Around more) I wish I was around more, yeah (Yeah) Letras de canciones I wish I was around more (Around more) I wish I was around more, yeah (Yeah) I wish I was around more (Around more) I wish I was around more, yeah (Yeah) I wish I was around more (Around more) I wish I was around more, yeah (Yeah) I wish I was around more From Letras Mania