[Chorus: Russell Lee]
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She's in love with a hustla
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She don't be messing with them suckas
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Looking so good, little tight jeans on and G-string on
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And I know that she be feeling me
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[Baby Bash]
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She in love with a hustla, someone she could trust uh
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Someone she could get down with, cause she don't mess with suckas
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Sleep all day, and grind all night
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Living in the fast lane, the game's nothing polite
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So I'm laced up tight, cause I ain't into lagging
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She love to watch me in the mirror when I'm doing my stabbing
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And she ain't into punks, giving em bruises and bumps
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And she know I blow big, so she be twisting my blunts
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That's real talk, coming from a real hog on the block
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She love the playboy lifestyle, the knots and the rocks
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And even though sometime, it might seem strange
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She wouldn't trade it in, with none of she thangs
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[Chorus]
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[Baby Bash]
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Well now she might of caught my ass like once or twice
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But she'd rather stick with me, instead of rolling the dice
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Cause she know I'm official, so why take a chance
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And end up with a over jealous sucka romance
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Love to see me get the lapdance every now and then huh
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Never fuck around with her stripper girlfriends huh
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Now that's living like, who's the boss
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Yeah she liking the money, but she loving my sauce
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Even though she approached by them big time ballas
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She ain't having that cause ain't another like papa
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And her parents just don't understandWhat kind of man she in love with,
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But she don't give a damn
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[Chorus]
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One day we gone get it together
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One day we gone keep it together - [4x]
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[Chorus - 2x]
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Feeling Me
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Baby Bash |