the low she was a TLC creeper Got her phone disconnected and somehow got a beeper Then she tried to run that 'only I got the number' 'Sun, you don't believe
wake up Every night I prayed Hoped that things would start to change (yeahh) [Chorus:] I wanna believe in magic I wanna believe it's true I wanna believe in magic I wanna believe
here now as pimps Every women knows all men carry egos Number one reason why they ass So susceptible, feel me though Make him think he all that, in fact Use your talent: every
it what the fuck you mean your being a victim fuck him, I'll get 'em be that nigga to deal with him cut him and split him, reverse that feelin' commited
(feat. Chipmunk) Yoo Believe, yoo believe, yoo believe, You're a "G", cause u went to da park, With ure friends n let a shot off in da sky, I'm a g
found a thug, I'm down with you Instead of filling him up with lead, with gun shots to the head She's at the bar she's getting him drunk, and he taking
wanna kick it All groupies Big, tall, and small groupies Niggas get paid Believe they all groupies She got a nigga And she love him Ain't gon' leave him
and windows Penitentiary poems on fo' do's, dipping in low low's Finger fucking my 4-4, on a bitch made nigga fo' do' [Hook x2] [Trae] Slow mo', when on the block 4
back (back) Nooooo oh oh [x4] My love, My trust I gave you everything My heart, My soul And every part of me But you left And chose to be with him Now
him where it hurt I'll let him make it, but his mama and daddy gon see a hearse Fuck a driveby, I want him to look me in my eyes Let him call Junior on
doin' erything that make you fall in love It might seem nothin' heard of, but it's true I dont have a reason to lie to you I got'cha back, just believe
tops and windows Penitentiary poems on fo' do's, dipping in low low's Finger fucking my 4-4, on a bitch made nigga fo' do' [Hook - 2x] [Trae] Slow mo', when on the block 4
hit him where it hurt I'll let him make it, but his mama and daddy gon see a hearse Fuck a driveby, I want him to look me in my eyes Let him call Junior
in the cock Pussy all big and wet, looking good and shit Smelling like dead fish And every week it's the same shit you and that lil shit And every time
all in the cock Pussy all big and wet, looking good and shit Smelling like dead fish And every week it's the same shit you and that lil shit And every
Every day He's farther away Only the skies above him Watching him fly With a gleam in his eye Wouldn't you love to love him? I know It's not safe too