| They say Raj, «Hey, baby, you a motherfucker,» I know
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| Niggas talk a lot but they ain’t touchin' my soul
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| I tell you I love you, and then I’m back on the road
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| I’m packin' it in, when I start packin' my clothes
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| My papa need a kidney, my ma deserve a Bentley
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| I see ‘em both comin', that’s not coincidentally
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| I’ll retire in my thirties, ‘cause I hustled in my twenties
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| I’m old school, like nice and sweet jimmies, oh
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| (Back in the day when I was young, I’m not a kid anymore)
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| I’m old school, like nice and sweet jimmies, oh
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| (Back in the day when I was young, I’m not a kid anymore)
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| I’m old school, like nice and sweet jimmies, oh
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| I’m old school like KBLX, back when your mama were prominent
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| Know that I ran it before the scholarship, I’m dominant
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| I should be congressman, high politic, promises
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| Know that my mental temple is Solomon, godliness
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| Light years ahead to state the obvious
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| It’s obvious you tracked an illusion, what’s all the cockiness?
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| Consciousness, make the right choices or face the consequences
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| Herb like the botanist, champagne bottomless
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| (Ayy, pour a nigga up real quick)
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| Pull a nigga up one time (Ayo)
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| Life is better not givin' no fucks sometime (No, no)
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| Quicksand, I be feelin' stuck sometime (Yeah, yeah)
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| Weak in the knees, with nowhere to run sometime
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| I wonder what demon runs my mind
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| I swear that he do too much sometime
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| I need more sunlight, more time to myself
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| The only one I can trust, the only one never fails
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| Lately I’ve been whippin' it like my momma with the bill
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| I’ma keep up, we’re cuttin' and jabbin' 'til I’m Mohammad with the belt
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| Diamond how I’m shinin' on a bitch, I bet it all myself
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| Tryna be better than myself, bitch, I’m indebted to my future (Oh)
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| With some Cali groupies, slappin' Cali oochie
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| Smokin' Cali’s finest dope
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| (That's some good weed, my nigga)
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| The highest low (I swear to God)
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| I know
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| They say Raj, «Hey, baby, you a motherfucker,» I know
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| Niggas talk a lot but they ain’t touchin' my soul
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| I tell you I love you, and then I’m back on the road
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| I’m packin' it in, when I start packin' my clothes
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| My papa need a kidney, my ma deserve a Bentley
|
| I see ‘em both comin', that’s not coincidentally
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| I’ll retire in my thirties, ‘cause I hustled in my twenties
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| I’m old school, like nice and sweet jimmies, oh
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| (Back in the day when I was young, I’m not a kid anymore)
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| I’m old school, like nice and sweet jimmies, oh
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| (Back in the day when I was young, I’m not a kid anymore)
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| I’m old school, like nice and sweet jimmies, oh
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| (Back in the day when I was young, I’m not a kid anymore)
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| I’m old school, like nice and sweet jimmies, oh
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| (Back in the day when I was young, I’m not a kid anymore) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I Still Fuck With You , by - Mr. Carmack. Song from the album VIISTA, in the genre Соул