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Chorus:
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I wanna get out this relationship
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But I'm scared that my man will flip
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He always swears how he's gonna kill me
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And fill me with the bullets from his clip
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[Verse 1]
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I met her in Queens her personality was erotic
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She asked me where I come from, and I just replied "The projects"
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Love at first sight as she was staring
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Checking me up and down, yeah, at the gear that I was wearing
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I had an office jacket, Polo shirt, diamond on my hand
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Stonewashed pants ticked inside of some Timberlands
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Her eyes just stayed on my face
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She threw her hand on my hip and felt the four-fifths on my waist
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Yo, my name is Ak the hard rock shit that shot a cop with a glock
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Cause he tried to make the money STOP
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She didn't speak, she didn't START, she didn't TALK
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All of the sudden let's take a WALK through the PARK
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But it was dark, she didn't bother
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She probably thought I was trying to play her out
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Like a Central Park jogger
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But that's not my style that's what I'm telling ya
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Give me your number and I'll probably call you up on my cellular
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At night we spoke for hours and hours and hours and hours
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Hot convo turned into cold showers
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Monogamy, yo, increased to pornography
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Miss Astrologist because she looked like a star to me
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But I be dressing sharper than those brothers with Farrakahan
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Throwing a lucky charm without a leprachaun's arm
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Out on the streets dealing and sticking up
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I try to make her look appealing
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I went out and started tricking bucks
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I got her all dressed up, she used to look messed up
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Now all of her friends can't wait to be next up
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I need to get her thoughts fixed up
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She fell into a blender, she got the stuff all mixed up
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She caught me talking about a quits
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But that's that old bullshit
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It's ain't over til I say it's over, miss
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So if you wanna catch a fit, you catch a melon split
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Once you in there ain't no exit
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Chorus
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[Verse 2]
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I talk a good game of pain
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Put it in your ear and let it rain
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Benadryl can't stop the migrane
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Once my voice touch your brain
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So you can talk that fast slang dialect
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But I got a tec to keep you in check
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Other words make you come correct
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Think that to stop giving the loving
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You must be smoking pestacide because you're damn sure bugging
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After one hit you're ready to split
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What, are you test crashing cars?
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That's that ol' dum dum shit
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You don't flatter me tring to sign off
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You best to take the batteries out your watch if you want some time
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off
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I write my name on your street curb
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So you can scratchmy letetrs girl if you wanna mark my words
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I got the Calimyne BESIDE ME
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In case you wanna TRY ME
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And break out on my ass like poison IVY
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You better take it or ease, roll up you sleeves
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And prepare to go all out like New Year's Eve
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Trying to take my dough like a Swaggart
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Girl, I have to bag ya and fall on your head like Niagra
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Shit, you're bound to catch it, once I start flexing
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Ayo bum bitch there ain't no exit
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Chorus
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no exit
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