| What’s up boo, how you doin'?
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| How I’m doing, know how I’m doin', doin' fucked up, up in here.
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| Ready to get up outta this muthafucker
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| Nigga, you ain’t gotta say it with no attitude.
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| I’m just sayin', man, it’s bad up in here. |
| How you doin'? |
| what’s poppin' up
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| there
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| I’m alright. |
| Everything alright I guess.
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| you handling shit like you supposed to be handlin'?
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| Now you know.
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| now there better be no niggas around ma house
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| Nigga, you got me all fucked up, how you gon say some shit like that?
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| Hey, I’m just saying, man, just keepin' it real
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| Been in here about a year
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| Never thought the game would take me under
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| About to get my first tear, while I’m sittin' in my cell I wonder
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| What are you doing outside
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| Are you giving all my ass up
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| You’re a dime so niggas won’t pass up
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| Wait a minute nigga you better back up
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| I told you a long time ago I’d always have your back
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| I’m still coming off with half of them checks, so why are you trippin?
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| Ain’t got to worry 'bout nobody getting up in your stuff
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| Soon as the jury said guilty I closed it up
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| Bought you a new Bible with a blunt in it already rolled up
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| Numbers and Dueteronomy is where you’ll fine me
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| Don’t mind me, I’m feenin' baby
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| I want some ass real bad
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| Locked up wit' all these hard legs, scrappin' daily
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| I miss my baby, I’m going crazy, I gotta get out of this place
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| Can’t you help me
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| How can you love me?
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| Somebody gotta do it
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| It’s gotta be hard!
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| Ain’t really nothing to it
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| But you make me happy
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| You know you really shouldn’t have no doubt — can’t wait till you get out
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| when I get out
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| I already told you
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| I guess I didn’t believe it
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| You spend all your time
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| Fucked up getting weeded
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| But you make me happy
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| So I’m sittin here countin' the days down — I can’t wait till I get out…
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| When you get out…
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| Things can get back to the way they used to be
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| You and me in a chromed out E — bumpin' Bone Thugs
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| I got the pedal to the floor, dippin' kinda high and trippin',
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| I really wanna hit it, your shit is finger lickin'
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| Wait a minute I really miss you, so don’t get me started
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| The sweating, the bumpin', the grinding right through these bars and
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| If I ever thought it would help you make it — just picture me naked
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| Can’t feel your body and I hate it… I'm going crazy
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| Gotta get my mind off this, 'bout to go up to the mall and buy an outfit
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| If you spend all my loot and I’m gonna be pissed — that’s no bullshit
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| Now who in the hell do you think you’re talking to — you know I’m the only one
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| in the world who will put up with you
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| Got 72 more days in here, it seems like 20 years — can’t smoke, can’t drink no
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| beer, can’t get no ass in here
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| So when I finally come home It’s gonna be on, cause I’m gonna be lickin' and
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| kissing and sticking all week long, baby
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| How can you love me?
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| Somebody gotta do it
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| It’s gotta be hard!
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| Ain’t really nothing to it
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| But you make me happy
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| You know you really shouldn’t have no doubt — can’t wait till you get out
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| when I get out
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| I already told you
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| I guess I didn’t believe it
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| You spend all your time
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| Fucked up getting weeded
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| But you make me happy
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| So I’m sittin here countin' the days down — I can’t wait till I get out…
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| When you get out…
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| How can you love me?
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| Somebody gotta do it
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| It’s gotta be hard!
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| Ain’t really nothing to it
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| But you make me happy
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| You know you really shouldn’t have no doubt — can’t wait till you get out
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| when I get out
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| I already told you
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| I guess I didn’t believe it
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| You spend all your time
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| Fucked up getting weeded
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| But you make me happy
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| So I’m sittin here countin' the days down — I can’t wait till I get out…
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| When you get out…
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| When you get out
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| When I get out. |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song When I Get Out F/erika Yancey, artist - Tq. Album song Tq They Never Saw Me Coming Domestic Explicit, in the genre Соул