| Yeah, yeah
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| This ones for my Brooklyn playboys
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| This ones for my L.A. playboys
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| This ones for my Chi-town playboys
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| ATL, down south
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| NC, SC
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| Where you be?
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| Come on, just play it with me
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| When it come to hoes, we don’t love not one
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| Fuckin a friend ain’t no option
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| It’s a must, her friend assists like Stockton
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| When we fuck, I gotta have two not one
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| She know a freaky nigga like me
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| Get her wet then I’m out like strike three
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| No doubt, make her girlfriend eat her out
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| After we fuck then the exit be the route
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| Believe me, we don’t love them hoes
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| Break out, after we dug them hoes
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| You wanna stay bitch, what’cha talkin 'bout?
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| Put your shoes on and start walkin out
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| Get out, I don’t wanna hug you
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| Get out, bitch I don’t love you
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| Get out, what’cha talkin 'bout
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| Put your shoes on and start walkin
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| I know you hittin, got me lickin the hole
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| Before I’m stickin the hole
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| I put my my face in the place niggas don’t see
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| Love drug baby, I’m about to O. D
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| Cocaine pussy, one stroke be a whole ki
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| You’re feminine, hood from heaven an'
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| I’ll do anything, orals to S and M
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| Keep you satisfied, back? |
| certified?
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| Come and take a ride, I’ll be your great adventure
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| Tell ya friends I bent’cha, who sent’cha?
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| Must’a been God, my bedroom angel taken
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| Lovin the curves as you purr while im stroking
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| Grabbin ya hair, dont’cha dare shed a tear
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| You a good girl, don’t cry
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| Shake that thang that I give
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| Throw ya back as I dig
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| Like a broke matress you had me sprung out
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| But ain’t nothin changed you got to get out
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| To all my niggas that know what I mean
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| When you fuck a bitch good she don’t wanna leave
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| I go through this all the time
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| Bitch act like she don’t see the exit sign
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| Start cryin, how much she love Shyne
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| Thats the same thing she told my man Brian
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| What the fuck, she think I’m stupid?
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| Don’t know my pimp blood is deeply rooted
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| Inherited, that be my heritage
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| That I don’t give a fuck about a bitch fetishes
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| So when we fuck, and it’s over
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| Throw ya pocketbook, on ya shoulder
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| Put your shoes on and hit the road
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| And if your last name Royce, bitch you Roll |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Buried Alive Intro , by - Shyne. Song from the album godfather buried alive, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп