| It was a low key sat the summer of 03
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| me & my chikas chillin feelin fly in my fav jeans
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| when the chevy rolled up bouncin 4 vatoz deep
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| he was trynna get at me
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| in no time i was all weak in luv…
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| boy u neva actin rt
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| but u got me actin like
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| & all my real homegrls dont know y and neither do i…
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| could it be the way. |
| he touch me
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| how he hold me
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| why he got me doin all these things
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| guess im sprung on this thug
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| and i don’t know y
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| he’s hustlin
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| he’s ridin
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| he’s out there doin all these things
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| but im sprung on this thug
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| and i don’t y
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| sometimes it can b crazy sumtimes it feelz so good
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| but if ne1 disrespects me u’ll bring out da hood
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| but itz all this bk and forth wit u
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| twisted up in court
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| alwayz say u gettin rt BUT
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| u jus can’t leave dat life alone |