| A letter to my baby girl, why I’m out on the road
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| It’s January 18th, and the world is cold
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| Dead winter, dick hard, wishing I was in ya
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| Smoking this spliff, licking my lips
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| While my mind paints a silhoutte of your hips
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| Look beautiful, the love we make, beds we break
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| Trips we take, risks we take, it’s all maturity
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| Try to fit your heart, in this purity
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| All women looking for a little congenutity
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| Smell me? |
| Feel like I just met you
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| At the carnival, you fed me a pretzel
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| And you like it from the back, make ill noises
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| Ass is incredible, pussy is the moistest
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| Damn, it’s all good, I bought you a ring
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| But marriage, nah, love, respect my thing
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| I wouldn’t do that you, nor to myself
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| You signing papers to me, that’s something else
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| But we can get the house, the whips and the seeds
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| Seven day, eight night, cruises to Belize
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| It’s all in the budget, you like it, I love it
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| But rumors about me and the street, stay above it
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| I travel a lot, bitches babble alot
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| See the way I treat you, you lick the spot
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| You with the God, wisdom, strength and beauty
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| Civilizing savages, my everyday duty
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| Live free, make money, young black male
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| Most niggas like me is dead or in jail
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| I’m from the gutter, treat my wiz like I treat my mother
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| Respect for me, come check for me
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| You isn’t scared of the fact, I kept a tech with me
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| Plus you hold it, you even asked me to teach you how to load it
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| Just 'case one day, I need you to explode it
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| That’s raw, I never seen it in a wiz before
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| And you lady like, stay wet all night
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| Screaming like a baby, when I’m giving you the pipe
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| I’m good, that’s gully, no more running the street
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| I got a dime piece at home, smart, laying sweet
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| Satin sheets, living life of the peak
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| Intelligent at work, and a bed pure freak
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| I speak for engineers, hustlers, athletes
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| Businessmen that travel, be gone for weeks
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| Getting money, come home, shit is intact
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| Just being around me, you get percentage of that
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| Just when my flight leave, know it’s coming back
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| Round trip, baby… |