| Finna write her back man
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| I’m a tell you what I told her though (what you said?)
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| Listen…
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| Dear Suzie, dear Suzie — I appreciate the fan mail
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| Dear Suzie, dear Suzie — I read your letters locked up in my cell
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| Dear Suzie, dear Suzie — I see you know I’m a star in jail
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| Dear Suzie, dear Suzie — I appreciate the fan mail
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| Dear Suzie, I ain’t have sex in a while
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| I’m in jail with my niggas; |
| beatin' off to your pictures
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| You only writin' letters 'cause I’m headed towards the riches
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| And I’m only writin' letters cause your head game vicious
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| What’s today’s date, and today’s time?
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| Sit-ups, push-ups and write a new rhyme
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| I’m about to lock it so I’m a write this letter
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| Was your day okay? |
| Is your mother better?
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| I’m a put this bid in, 'cause summertime is comin'
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| And when it start gettin hot, also tired of cummin'
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| I’m in dorm two lower ma, here’s my address
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| Send my G-Unit and my mailin' package
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| Now Suzie, you know I would never try to use you or fool you
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| But can your friend Kim be my mule boo?
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| Give me some days, I’m a write you back
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| Send that new don diva a quarter a pack
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| And when you come to my visit, don’t wear no drawers
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| It’s your pimp, your playa, sincerely yours
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| Goodbye. |
| goodbye. |
| goodbye. |
| goodbye
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| Dear Suzie, dear Suzie — I appreciate the fan mail
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| Dear Suzie, dear Suzie — I read your letters locked up in my cell
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| Dear Suzie, dear Suzie — I see you know I’m a star in jail
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| Dear Suzie, dear Suzie — I appreciate the fan mail
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| I went from Manhattan coons to Allana downstate
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| To Oster County and then shock upstate
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| But anyway ma I be home in January
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| 'til then, keep it tight like the Holy Virgin Mary
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| And had a rumble in my house, a sneak thief got cut
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| From his ear to his chin got his ass ripped up
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| I got the phone on lock, from nine to ten
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| I just got off the jack, with 50 and Em
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| Listen Ms. X-and-O, you love my flow
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| Baby I’m waitin' on your mail, here come the C. O
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| Ma it’s Tony Yayo, girl I’m bound to blow
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| I can’t wait to come home and perform a show
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| Get some ice from Jacob’s, so my neck can glow
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| Twist some haze, twist some hash and a pound of 'dro
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| Buy some dice, throw chips, matter fact c-low
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| Dear groupie lights out, girl it’s time to go
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| Dear Suzie, dear Suzie — I appreciate the fan mail
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| Dear Suzie, dear Suzie — I read your letters locked up in my cell
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| Dear Suzie, dear Suzie — I see you know I’m a star in jail
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| Dear Suzie, dear Suzie — I appreciate the fan mail |