| You was just a young girl when you got turned out
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| Sneakin out the window of ya mother’s house, no doubt
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| Just to mash off in a drop-top Impalla
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| Under shinin stars wit the nigga who clockin dollar’s
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| You was thinkin you was really gon run game
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| Wait two weeks to give it up and feel no pain
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| Babygirl, you picked the wrong balla
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| He was raised by mack’s and pimps, model let him follow
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| Niggas break bitches in the streets of the «O»
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| You was thinkin you was different cause he told you so Just knowin you in love, would’nt listen to a thing
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| It’s followed by the danger’s that this thug life brings
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| He gave you clothes and rings, moved you out the crib
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| Put his dough up in yo closet, taught you how to live
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| But when 5−0 raided, he wasn’t no where around
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| Now you doin hard time, rockin a felony crown
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| Girlfriend sistagirl, you a precious queen
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| In a twisted world
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| Lookin for love, in all the wrong places
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| Givin up things that can’t be replaced
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| Girlfriend sistagirl, you are the mother of the world
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| He’ll break you down, he’ll make you cry
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| You were born to sing, and you were made to fly
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| Manifested on this earth as a heavenly angel
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| Found the blocks you own, make life dark and tangled
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| Small sacrifices, repented in church
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| Halfway down the block, rollin up ya skirt
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| Hide some of these factor’s off by glass and baggy’s
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| As the one you always wanted, roll by and floss caddy’s
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| You never gave a damn bout rules and regulations
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| Hard livin mixed wit swoll eyes, and???
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| So a way out, that’s all you ever wanted
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| So while the whole hood judged, you f |