| I can’t hold her, I can’t control her
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| Could I? |
| (Killer!) Should I? |
| (Killer!)
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| If I can’t grope her, I might as well choke her
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| Could I? |
| (Killer!) Should I? |
| (Killer!)
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| The condom busted, upon this fluff chick
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| Really bomb and lust when the 'ginas thrusted and I’m disgusted
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| Can’t come in the club bitch, dumb nigga trusted that I won’t hit a gust quick
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| Son should’ve clutched it
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| What he spit, what he gunned this let it in her rump and erupted
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| She saying she ain’t on no pill, she stay thinking on your scrill
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| She know you’re sold your mill and you Tecca Ninna with the solo deal
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| So what you think she’s thinking?
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| If you fertilize the pink one sinking your linking
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| Nothing but the jinx now I gotta write her off like an ink pen
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| If she fattens, she said that it won’t happen
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| Steady laughing at him, mashing splashing ass should’ve had it fastened
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| Night is over, now, she ain’t showed around town about a month
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| And I gotta call saying she gotta tote around
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| Something extra from when I sexed her
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| My nigga, that' the moment I had a heap a whole plethora
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| Of homicide thoughts. |
| Can I kill her? |
| Why not?
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| Cause if wifey find this out she’s gonna take everything I’ve got
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| Killer shit I played it out
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| Abortion, yes, I paid it out
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| But every time that I call to see if it’s done it’s like she waited out like
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| I got to be further on to get that
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| Somebody’s calling my phone, so hit back
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| I guess I’ve been having a dome
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| To click clack bone to pick at, I think it’s wrong to sit back
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| And let yourself protrude from something else, no food
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| But you’re gonna tell your dude that you’re having my baby
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| What the hell, that’s rude
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| But you took my money and all my comings from me
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| But you reassure me saying she’s gonna be taken by her mommy
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| When her mama took her, she said it kind of shook her
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| When her mother cried, praying to God and wanted the baby to push her
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| To be a better person, read adversin, yeah, they burst in tears
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| Dead is certain I ain’t shed a curse in years
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| And as sick as here, make a nigga wanna drip a tear
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| Man this is fear, cause I already got kids and the Mrs near
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| So I’m vicious, still, twisted admist this wicked fear
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| Think I’m gonna click this weird chick really quick and the bitch disappear
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| If I kill this woman I gotta apply my stealth
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| Cause if my family finds out, wave bye-bye my wealth
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| And if her family finds out, they’re gonna make this guy cry help
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| I guess it will be way, way easier if I would just die myself |