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Huh, Boo
Maan, you stay talkin bout you're wit me
But you stay on that complaining thang, you know what I'm
I aint down wit all complaining and fussin and fightin man
I'm a playa dude, I'd like to let my gal get in the way,
But, you know I'm sayin, the Lord blessed me with somethin
So I gotta take advantage of that, you know what I'm talkin
So I gotta do it, so its

I if I didn't come home
Would you still be with me, yeah
I'll leave you tonight, uh ohh
I wonder if I didn't
you still be down with me, yeah
Because I'll you tonight, uh ohh

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If I didn't home
What you do to me?
Get on the telephone? Call Tyrone? Tell him come get you in he
You're wrong, is my song
And I gotta pay bills, my happy home
all night long
I'm ready, burnin
No matter what you do to me, my wheels gon keep on
Are you So please don't get me started
I got bitches out of town, if you wit clowns, I'll leave you broken

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I let you play one time, I knew you were mine
The way you caress me baby and sex me, I 'd have to say you put it
You took me, and you put me under wings, I can't lie
Can't no other take your place, and a damn thang comply
I don't if you noticed, but you're the throwedest on my list
Can't no or no bitch compare their loving to a love like this
Up and down, thick and thin, I was always
Ready to box or unload on a bitch, you know I care
When you me with your lips, I just fall in a daze
Me and you against the world baby, priorities are gettin
Diamonds blindin, hoes cryin, aint a damn changed
Showin up and pourin up, in this damn rap
And by the way, I'm gon let you run the streets with thugs
Valentine's comes around, you know who's gettin your hugs
Fuck faces by fireplaces, Drink chases on mink
You a dog, you gon rome, but always find way home, so what

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Now if I don't come home, would you blow up my
Punch holes in my Misplace my chrome?
Childish games in yo dome got yo mind
A made nigga or a Now its time to choose
Many have my shoes, but didn't travel too far
You knew the that you was in before you fucked the star
how you suck up all my barre, you think this shit's for free?
All hustling in these streets keep all this ice on you and me
Picture how nicer it can be, private flights a week
Without you gripin about some freaks and how they saw me at the
practice what I preach, you sit being obsolete
And remain to keep my business and my out of reach
And now if I don't home, would you still be down?
You are a fool, I will admit, but practicin now
'cause I'm still the same playa all about my dough
And I'm not comin home tonight, you ass hoe!