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Oh no, here I go, yo, yo Got a attitude, snapback Never like to show that side So I try to let it ride like an ol' school Pontiac Saw what you said, but I'm focused on the bread Shopping sprees make me feel better, I ain't mad Overnight stays when I go see my babe Gotta put the lingerie in a duffle bag Added on more like I ain't got baggage already Yeah, yeah, I'ma hurt my back E never lied, Badu on my ride Got a lot on my mind like her double hat Did it anyway, like, "Chick you okay? You be doing dumb things, you a dingbat" Adam live in theory, you just added to the query I be thinking like Jazmine, "The heaux back" People get mad, they be laughing, kiss my ass Nah, nah, um, um, I don't do crack Been drug through the mud Tryna show a little love like Ty money sign They don't sing back Marian Jones, I coulda ran rap, hmm, they asked for they ring back But when they kill us in the street Bang, bang wit' the heat What! Rap who they ask back Letras de cancionesWhere is she at? Time to bring the motherfuckin' black pop star back No cap like graduate, pimp like Pontiac These heaux-ass nigga ain't got no Cartier Black Hollywood came to your city looking pretty And your bitch don't know how to act As I find mine in my DM Ion ride, Ion even fuckin' see 'em 'Cause they all say the flow Van Gogh, bitch, I'm black, I'm a damn museum You put the right nigga on the wall You know the South gon' ball I put Chanel on the flower on lapel so they can smell a real nigga when they meet 'em Sometimes, you just get tired of feeling And you just wanna go have fun You wanna numb it all If you ain't crying 'bout it, what you doing? We dancing through it If you ain't crying 'bout it, what you doing? We fucking through it If you ain't crying 'bout it, what you doing? We smiling through it We laughing through it, we joking through it Suppression But I was told the only way out is in Said, at some point, you gotta face it Let's talk about it From Letras Mania