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Harlem World
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Not The Kids Featuring Rashad
Lyricist:Mason Betha, Stason Betha, Chauncey Hawkins, Andre Hudson, Chad Hugo, Pharrell Williams
Uh, uh, uh, uh, what? Let's talk about it Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ma, I told you, I'm not here to fuss or fight But I see it, all you wanna do is cuss all night In front of the kids, you tryin' to crush my life 'Cuz you know I ain't the type that punch my wife
But I see now, who you want me to be While knee-deep in the penile, tryin' to freestyle But I see now, people could see, that ain't me When I bought you the E3, the crib in D.C.
On GP, bought the Mazda Z3 Bought your little brother the 52 inch TV With a Playstation to stay patient 'Cuz right now it's all about the kid's situation
Please baby girl let's not fight If you're really gonna be in my life Let's work it out 'till we get it right
Please baby don't, please don't cry If you're really gonna be in my life Let's work it out 'till we get it right
One mistake in my life, this chicken head claimin' she white Jammin' my phone, like damn, she won't leave me alone Knew she was trife, the way she kept watchin' my ice Watchin' my step, hit it on top of the steps
Knowin' she wild, no condoms, she havin' my child Now that I'm stuck, she keep key-scratchin' my truck Actin' all young, doing it in front of our son Peeped it before, but didn't want to think she's a whore
Thinkin' it's good, fuckin' up her rep in the 'Hood Fuckin' up mine, fuckin' niggas two at a time But look at her now, Harlem World crook of the town But look at my rhyme, I'm glad it didn't turn it to crime
And I'm thinkin' Little Huddy must have made me calm So I bowed down prayin' for my baby's mom I'ma change my ways now that my baby's born And I'ma love you anyway 'till the day you gone, what? Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
Please baby girl let's not fight If you're really gonna be in my life Let's work it out 'till we get it right
Please baby don't, please don't cry If you're really gonna be in my life Let's work it out 'till we get it right
Now let me hear you say uh, say uh huh Let me hear you say uh, say uh huh Now let me hear you say uh, say uh huh Now let me hear you say uh uh uh uh uh na na na na
Yo, it's a holiday, sippin' on Chardonnay I'm wonderin' why these cats never celebrate Father's Day Y'all tellin' a fib, y'all ain't really take care y'all kids And y'all motherfuckin' liar if y'all say that ya did
Now engaged in phrases, that tired old lines She was messin' around and the baby ain't mine But all y'all, knowin' y'all was hittin' it raw dog You don't wanna claim that? How you explain that?
A ball that y'all shouldn't a got started Where was you when Shorty turned two? Tell me what would you do if the baby caught a flu? You ain't even got a clue, if you do, tell me how to pursue
But you quick to get hyper, come mess up my cypher No dough for no diapers, so why should I like ya? And you ain't never cared before So why should we care that you now see 74?
Please baby girl let's not fight If you're wanna be in my life Let's work it out 'till we get it right
Please baby girl let's not fight If you're wanna be in my life Let's work it out 'till we get it right
Whoa, whoa, yeah Whoa, whoa, we can work it out Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Can we start over again? Whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah
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