| Rest in pieces, peace of mind
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| Someday we will reunite
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| This is the shit that your baby loves too
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| Promise you that I’ll make a baby with you
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| Make a momma of you
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| Ain’t no dramo with you
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| My baby brings heat like a momma does too
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| I pay homage to you
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| And college for the babies
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| I’ll ever move your momma to the Bahamas and maybe
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| I’ll take you on the open road
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| You’ll take me where the ocean goes
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| I’m getting cheesy on these jungle drums
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| I sound like Weezy on a million (a mili, a mili)
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| The money’s coming and I know it but
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| The money doesn’t have control of us
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| This is the shit, make your momma start cryin'
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| Not because she’s sab, 'cause her baby’s alright
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| Her baby’s her pride, that baby’s her life
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| And momma would break down if that baby did die
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| Rest in pieces, peace of mind
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| Someday we will reunite, again
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| Rest in pieces, peace of mind
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| I hope that we will reunite
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| (Break, break)
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| (Check, check, hey, hey, hey)
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| (Woah, woah)
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| Oh, no, no
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| No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
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| If you go, momma, where do we go?
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| And if you go, momma, what do we lose?
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| If we leave, momma, when do we breathe?
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| How do we eat? |
| Where do we sleep?
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| If you go, momma, where do we go?
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| If you move, momma, what do we do?
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| Momma how do we breathe?
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| And how do we eat?
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| Where do I go to sleep?
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| If you move, momma
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| Oh, no
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| Where am I gonna go?
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| I need to go home
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| I need to go home
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| I came to party but, they
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| They don’t know when to stop
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| I came to party but, they
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| They don’t know what she got
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| Like a whisper to me (like a whisper to me)
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| Rappers stay not caring (rappers stay not caring)
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| Thay be listenin' to me
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| I gotta get higher 'cause you’re way up there
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| (Like a whisper to me, like a whisper to me) |