See you, touch you, hear you
Dear sweetheart, wassup boo
Remember meeting you in those italian heels and that designer dress
I shall not fear no man but godthough i walk through the valley of death
You expect me to respect you?
I really love my miami crew
Yes,it's you. rap beats you.
Raised by a momma who, who
That's how this shit be goin when you go for number one
Meeting me for them just has gotta be so awesome,
Then you deny ever meeting to greet or acquiring these
Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees
Why we gotta argue
Baby you know i love you
Cappin' boy, cooking crack, at the same damn time
Like people meeting people online,
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