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Kind Of Like Spitting Other

out of the trouble you're in. You told her you loved her, more than a friend. Your secrets out, you've flushed your hand. Now she looks at you differently, kinda

How can I let you go, it seems so many hearts have. So come on let me know, how well do you know him? And how can I see you anymore? What difference

chasing a lie tracing our scars moaning for help to be held and every day we feel further away from ourselves the concrete is wet, i feel too comfortable

Someday boy you'll reap what you sow, you'll catch a cold and you'll be on your own and you will see that what's wrong with me, is wrong with everyone

paws like you pissed him off Talented with the tongue muthfucker You ain't gotta lick in yours Hittin' licks like I'm robbin' liquor stores Makin' cash registers shit their draws Think you spit

half of my weight out When they dry they bring the other half of the plate out I'm so sick wit it, spit liq' wit it I got tommy guns like the ol' gangsta

who do I like to call I throw a little party and invite 'em all They never argue and fight with a brother And I like when they like each other I told

the bitch made rich Like any other tramp she loved to fuck With any motherfucker got nuts to suck I spit game to the bitch, just like this Why you runnin

mic and act wild Bitin' on the next nigga's mackin' style And it's all from head, passin' round the mic Never even care who you sounded like Sound like