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Hill Faith Trying To Get To You

way Baby, trying to get to you <a href="http://www.testimania.com/">Testi Canzoni</a> Ever since I read your letter Where you said you loved

way Baby, trying to get to you <a href="http://www.testimania.com/">Testi Canzoni</a> Ever since I read your letter Where you said you loved

Baby, trying to get to you <a href="http://www.testimania.com/">Testi Canzoni</a> Ever since I read your letter Where you said you loved

it never burned in her veins Now I hear she's got a house up in Fairview And a style she's trying to maintain Well if she wants to see me You can tell

made you eat everything you said You was the snake, you was the hate, you was the fake You was the nigga trying to take food off my plate You was the

my own And you were seventeen, and you thought you were grown And I found my thrills when we went up the hill And you use to feel me, my body would get

some real shit Sometimes I be watching, you know what I'm saying, the little videos and shit. I just be trying to imagine them bitches fuck faces, you

I'm calling you back to check on you How you holding up? Oh, everything is fine You know I don't believe you Whatcha saying you think I'm lying? I'm

you fucking wit' You and your weak clique Bitch you creep wit' got you in some deep shit You coppin' pleas now, it ain't a secret Trying to be niggas