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(Bootie Brown)
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I was standing one of the cast of many
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I would give anything to swing hand in hand
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with her But it was just a blur
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I couldn't blame her why give up fortune and the fame
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for a nigga who can barely afford his name
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So the dame kept aim at the stars
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I'm often thinking about her
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when I'm waitin on calls across the border
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Made sure my rhymes in order cause
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that moment could be near and it was
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Now my attorney is tellin' me to sign here
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So I appear and perform international
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The time came she stepped to me I thought rational
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But she knew I wanted it
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she walked around and flaunted it like a peacock
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I knocked the Reebok Now she jock
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Blowin up the Pactel and the doorbell
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Had to check myself as well love boat won't sail
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Cause I'm not captain let them know from the start
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I let you break me off but I won't let you
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break my heart
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(Slim Kid3)
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So I'm surrounded by bitchery now this is
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the most incredible shit in Slim Kid history
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So watch if you will the moment some good
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shit pops and they be foggin up ya grill
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Overly thrilled to get you in ya ass like massingil
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Still burnin shit now and I'm still learnin how not to fuck
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With ya baby or make ya my old lady
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You just overcasting ya ass is shady tryin to block
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the sunlight with all of that hype and now I'm discontinue'n
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All of this pipe that I've been layin as long as you keep
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swayin to anotha crew's tempo I gotta let you go and that's
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simple so get it through ya two temples because I'm
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tryin' to live fatter than a blimp ho
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and you're exempt and I won't symp on a write off
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So step out my world and turn the light off
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(Fat Lip)
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She was my high school sweetheart down from start
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When all I had was high hopes my health and my art
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But when I got fame she became unsure
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If I could still feel the same when I came off tour
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I said "for sure" cuz what God gave us, girl, I'm grateful
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No need to be insecure baby your nigga's faithful
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So now I'm off doin' dates in a gang of states
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And as my status elevates I see the baddest eights
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At the backstage gate lookin' great straight
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waitin for a nigga so now I figure
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"Hey I only live once I'm goin' all out today"
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Made a call out to L.A. to say what had to say...
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Now I get back the very next week only to learn
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the tables turned like a technique twelve hundred
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Last thing in the world that I wanted was my girl goin' out every
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night gettin blunted
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And zooted with a clique of well known
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reputed groupie hos from all the hip hop shows
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Backstage with her little backpack tryin to get chose
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By anotha nigga with talent wealth and fame
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Oh I suppose I guess I got myself to blame for turnin
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her out into a hip hop freak Now I seek counseling
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from a therapist twice a week
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(Imani)
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So let me speak about the freak So let me speak about the
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freak
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Instantly she made another selection
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because he was in the lime plus had
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the money connection "correction"
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"way more paid" is why she laid and played
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A charade in the game of deception
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This Miss-mysterious mistress is just an actress
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of the mattress cuz she's a wanna be mack-tress
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Well built-but equipped with the tackiest of tactics
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And I hate it why this is dedicated to all of them
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type of women who still be swimming Lost and confused
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in the lake of illusion with no values is why they're
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constantly losin'
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Groupie Therapy
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