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 (Young Chris talking)G - I - F - I
 Get In Where You Fit In, baby
 You know, roll wit ya boyz
 Gunnaz!!
 
 (Young Chris)
 Honestly, my favorite type of gear
 a scrunchie for a hair, LaPerle underwear
 bang her from the rear
 baby girl dont care who there
 all i know she dont care who here
 thats what i love about her
 make the thugs bring the love up out em
 she know you comin, she gon stop and get the nut up out em
 They learn enough about em
 They get enough up out em
 Just like a nigga that soon she f**k give a f**k about em
 Thats my type, baby
 No disrespect to tha bourgeois and too polite ladies
 ill do tha wife, maybe
 maybe later when a player in his thirties
 man i cant afford these youngns tryna play a nigga dirty
 have me up all night talkin bout i cant sleep
 too hurt to eat, baby girl neva see, that be he
 Not me im way a better cheat
 You know me better, b
 we just f**k em and duck em and leave em..
 
 Chorus(2X)
 All night cant sleep too hurt to eat
 Thats the way it goes
 Thats the way it goes
 
 (Pooda Brown)
 See all my life ive been the type to keep a lil bitch
 Fresh in the mornin put it on me , cook a lil grits
 She like to touch my lips
 yea i like to touch her hips
 Then we get it poppin when a player get enough to split
 Back to that block where i be
 Im on her mind though
 I wanna call her and ball her im on my grind though
 she wanna ride on the love train
 But love man, aint what im here for
 Thats not what i care for
 Im in and out when i wanna
 Dont wanna one-a
 We could kick it in the winter
 but im cool in the summer
 I rather go through my act
 With them packie packies on her lap
 We on the corner, nigga heavy and he packin stacks
 Quality time, you outta ya mind
 you steppin over ya line
 i know that you fine, girl
 but all i do is f**k em and duck em
 pops told me dont trust em
 Every night is another one
 Pooda got em up....
 
 Chorus(2x)
 
 (Neef)
 Baby girl, dont act foolish when you know that you know betta
 I keep you fine cause you a dime but you gets no cheddar
 Its hard to show feelings when you know you aint got none
 I aint the type of brother thatll bail soon as ya drop one
 Im in the crib yea soon as tha block done
 i lay pipe all night so let tha bed bugs bite
 She grippin the sheets tight
 i came when she came twice
 Oh you got the right one
 we sex till the sun come
 Good thing i brought a box of them Magnums
 or nine months later she pop out wit a bad one
 And everything change that a chicken be naggin
 listening to her girlfriends, now she want more ends
 Taking out my benz, scraping up my rims
 every other weekend she out, girlfriend be clubbin
 Went from somethin to nothin now she huffin and puffin
 cause a nigga be frontin and i got her up....
 
 Chorus(2x)
 
 Fade to end.....
 
 
		
		
	
 
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