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Gone Baby Gone More

I want this more I see right through ya, this just don't scare me no more get up, get up, get up, get up I want this more than you'll ever know This

I'm haute couture of hoes galore give my girl a Newport 'cause she's smoking yours I'm the authority of model seniority they call me Les but they all need more

) You already gave me the green light, baby (I'm giving you the green light) Put your glass up (Put your glass up) Pour a little more (Pour a little more

falling in love I'm not falling in love with ya, I'm not falling in love 'Til I get a little more from you, baby Get a little more from you, baby You

loved you more than I did So baby roll wit' your crew And do what you gotta' do because I never wanna kiss you again Never wanna walk through the park holding your hand No more

we is, we slide and divide If she ain't with it, I-95 Hit the road tramp, and don't you come back no more No more, no more, no more Yo yo yo, yo yo yo

late Bob Marley Pardon me y'all, the great Bob Marley Solemnly we mourn, all the rappers that's gone Niggaz that got killed in the field and all the babies

, it's on, it's on, it's on When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone

n that mothafucker creepin got the navy seats cause i be riding downtown with the navy piece got that f rifle yea the navy heat shit gone of goose told