FiVe SoUrCe CeO
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Damn, this shortie yo
IP:
You the kinda chic make a nigga wun put his clip up
Clean his act up and set the trash outside for pick up
I thought we had something to brag about, laugh about
You always found me on the Ave about to bag a ounce
Maybe stab a clown, but it was something special 'bout you
Without you I wouldn't feel the urge to bounce from my crew
And start something new and improved with you as my girl
I ain't soft but girl, you made me rethink my whole damn world
Remember that night we was up until six in the mornin'
It was stormin' outside but I ain't find you borin', pourin'
Your mind out to me like I was a cup for your thoughts
I had my doubts but realized I could easily cut my loss
Abruptly toss my corrupt causes for your hugs and kisses
Thinkin' bout takin' u home to meet my mother for Christmas
Maybe be Misses ex-thug for real, have a couple lil' bugs
Runnin' amuck while I give you love, no more bustin' slugs
Hustlin' drugs or mistrustin' youngs, you're the one I want
In this toughest part of life, a wife who is as tough as guns
uh
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