| My first, my first Briana
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| I named her after me and shit
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| Send shouts out to my family
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| Y’knowmsayin, my daughter Briana
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| If I never see you again baby, we gon' do it
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| And I must fess up if I mess up, babe I want you back
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| B my daughter, get the babies, move the fam attack
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| And if we never see each other 'member you are the best
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| I’m still wit’chu, remember me, don’t stress
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| If I mess up, I gotta fess up, boo I want you back
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| B my daughter, get the babies and the fam attack
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| And if we never see each other 'member you are the best
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| I still love you, I still love you
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| If I had you in my arms and we had money to spare
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| I’ll take you anywhere, ev-erywhere, it don’t matter I don’t care
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| You better do what’chu gotta do, you’re freedom is so precious
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| Kisses and hugs and love, my beauty, you’re excellence
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| Manifested in perfection, I can’t say no more
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| Have fun for me baby, slammin Maybach doors
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| They broke my jaw in the club, Billy nursed me to health
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| She more than a friend, she showed me that I wasn’t by myself
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| And I been broke, Keith blessed me with paper to go get fed
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| A hot meal and a bag of weed, plus some liquor with nothin said
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| Never asked me for the money back, my love I thank you
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| I’m very grateful when I’m lonely and I know that God loves me
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| Reminiscin on the good times, the best was good times
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| So misunderstood times, good times
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| And these are so misunderstood rhymes, woodgrain, get it on
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| And when I’m not in the battlefield you know that I still get it on
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| Evaluations wanna vision you and never rejoicin
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| Baby I love you, everything that I can muster, uhh
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| Evaluations wanna vision you and never rejoicin
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| Baby I love you with everything, no choices
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| I scoop you up, up in the limo with a bottle full of Bacardi
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| 12-pack of Bud Light, bumpin «Let Me Feel Your Body»
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| The whisk for the moment as the driver say «Where
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| Are we goin, round the city? |
| Roll the weed, I don’t care»
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| We’ll be feelin 'em, so in love with me, and yes the feelin is mutual
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| As I ride pass the graveyard, reminiscin over the funeral
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| My brother is here in spirit, made his peace with the Lord
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| You can ask Ninja when it happened, Capo loved the Lord
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| I put 'Pac on, all rap music we bumpin
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| Baby lookin at me chillin, she feelin me, makin a million
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| Pass the cup into my girl and Brandy, I mean Britney
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| Kinda tipsy on the backseat in the Lincoln stretch fizzy
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| I still love you boo, still true to the affection
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| Never abandon this protection, the fuckin direction
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| I still love you boo, still true to the affection
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| Never abandon my protection, the focus in yo' direction; |
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| We at the road, still chillin, watchin movies and we smokin
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| Baby she lookin so beautiful, «You comfortable?» |
| «Boo, you know it»
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| Was the answer that she gave me as we finished the spinach
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| Cause dinner at Ruth Chris, let’s get drunk for the reel spinnin
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| Fi-let mig-non, big lobster, champagne was Dom
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| We need some Cristal, won’t get it for now, let’s get it on
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| And we kissin at the table as the patrons sip Patron
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| One patron told us go get a room, and go home
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| 500 dollars on the table, we half-naked
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| Makin out, tearin our clothes off, the limo get to shakin
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| Better save it for the room, I can’t wait no more
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| With the slow jam of «Secret Lovers» playin at the door
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| The star shinin so bright, they watchin from afar
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| You’re a shinin star, forever and ever you are
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| We at the corner, I guess it’s just like Ike and Tina
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| Clothes messed up, bra on backwards, I gotta see her, gotta see her |