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Boy George I Go Where I Go

You can find me in the club where the huns at Muthafuck that trucker hat hug-rap I know who I am, who I be, who I always was Not a rapper that would

biding your time when i dont get nothing back and for and for and for when i dont get nothing back boy im tired where'd you go when you stay behind i

made love with an African I fucked her once I fucked her twice I ate that pussy like shrimp fried rice Don't be amazed at the stories I tell ya I met

Georgia where the dirty be found See I done did this since my younger days Only 16 but my pockets never underage So let's get paid, cause I stay ready

pain't on my toy label me a Georgia boy grilled out, smoked out a SS on 19s Candler road, eastwick my nigga who got that green I got control a-t-l-a

s busy in the kitchen cookin'." Poor boy - where you been? I already tol' you - won't tell you again I say, "How much you want for that?" I go into the

infected, accept it, congratulations I got platinum asperations but fear's my motivation I'ma wait in my time to shine but daily I grow impatient Strictly for procreation, I

the Gameboy Witcho' mind right go out lookin for a cane boy, it's a shame boy You the main one tryna stall right, sold the broads out the game boy I beat

I'll banish and make 'em vanish and do it for the people! I be the baddest see when I see when I spit I become the maddest And kill 'em until the blood