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Black Lab She Loves Me

She loves me, she loves me, she loves me not Whether, whether, whether she knows it She loves me, she loves me not Whether, whether, whether it's suicide She loves

she asked about the ice that I put on her wrist? Thought my chick Earth lesson, nah son she won't snitch But times I went to war and she brought extra

me in Teach us all, preach us in, Turn the cheek, let it slide Give me five on the black hand slide [STYLES P]: Give me five on the black hand side

love.) Yeah, bbc status. (girl.) Mockin' birds like zorro (feel... baby.. sweet love.) (girl... sweet thing... feel what I feel? ) Ghetto princess told me she

get time Jucks after jucks, 'til I got hit with the book Even though I hurt her, Ma Dukes still looked out Kept me strong ever since she let the seed

she wanted to want me wanted to need me wanted all those distant stars wanted a surgeon, a full operation but she couldn't bear the scars and she cut me

sound it sound official to me Let them know we in the place to be And I got this chick thinking the taste's with me And she's leaving the place with me

the hilton, buildin, playin outfieldin The black 90210 cat was chillin Then spottin this, somethin like fabulous with ice on Fly night's on, fitted up with fly tights on Starin at me

myriad of my metaphors make me a mystical mystery They can't battle me; so they'd rather embarrass me By being mad at me, they commit microphone heresy