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Light Friday The Couldn T Ask For More

Trouble's gone, it's filtered out the door. This morning and through the day (you don't know how much i need you) This morning, I couldn't ask for more

t-shirt and her jeans She could be just the one I've waited for Could be a perfect score and more She could be, She could be, She could be Mmmhmm It'

actin like a thief in disguise Ain't leavin my side, see the greed in my eyes Ask Abby y'all hustle for a week to the Chi, shit And that ain't leavin

wheels of steel If y'all niggaz can't feel me than y'all niggaz ain't real I hit so hard the WBC Called to ask me could the champ come and train with

If you're not relatin its hard not to hate them don't care what they're saying I ain't changing That ain't classy that ain't classy that ain't classy that ain't

down Friday night and the lights are low Looking out for the place to go Where they play the right music, getting in the swing You come in to look for a king Anybody could

demise Yeah, you church boy actin' like a thief in disguise Ain't leavin' my side, see the greed in my eyes Ask Abby y'all hustle for a week to the Chi And that ain't

down Friday night and the lights are low Looking out for a place to go Where they play the right music Getting in the swing You come to look for a king

Said 50 for a song, and they won't leave me 'lone Gotta front me a brick, that ain't nothin' to you Just ran through a ticket, there ain't nothin' to