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Jayz
Hey papi
Nutty professor 2

Yea... yea... yea...

Ayo
I got a resolution
This year im playin right
With six containing shit
You can stay tonight
We can go bowling
It aint like before
Can’t you see that im growing?
I was so immature
I was young having money
Having honeys coming to the crib
Thinking they’re shit
And they couldn’t cab money from me
Some bad chicks couldn’t pass the bridge,
I want the one tromp blast they says,
No role service,
Just snatch that shit,
Work with those little Debbies,
And when you’re done get ready,
Chicks I was felling the smash,
Let em lean on the cash,
Take em along trips,
Breakin em wit long dick,
There is no such thing as strong relationships,
But im off the playa shit,
I need a tip,
That practice tie cheese
Still to buy weed,
Give me some good head,
Maker of mime fingers,
Hear me

Chorus

(Hey papi)
Even if they don’t understand the flow,
They still understand the doe,
My ladies goin,
(Hey papi)
Promise you never let me go
Promise you never leave me,
Promise wit road they goin,
(Hey papi)
Even if they don’t understand the flow,
They still understand the doe,
My ladies goin,
(Hey papi)
Promise you never let me go
Promise you never leave me,
Promise wit road they saying

Verse 2

I was the worst,
I used to switch chicks everyday,
I had niggas mad for real,
Like I wished you were gay,
Because they knew,
Sooner or later,
Hum was getting wit jay,
Just a matter of time,
She was getting wit jay,
I have your chick in traffic,
Sippin on zay,
Spitting up another civic smoking up splits in the shade
She used to love ya,
But she is felling different a day,
You used to smother her
Looking at your honey slippin away,
Consulting wit hustlers,
Niggas that be giving her space,
She said, she feel free when she around me
Im letting her do her I turn she be doing a thing
She’s on the phone wit her friends
Like I cool I see,

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Verse 3

I wish I could stick girls,
But that wasn’t Sean they felt,
They said coops alright,
But didn’t like the seat belt
I look tight,
They told to loosen up.
Run a couple of light,
Spank em,
Pull an ear,
Don’t treat them so nice,
Left me a fumes,
I mess wit chicks,
For the best of few,
Nice guys,
Been a slash,
With a special set of rules,
And me,
I over did it,
And show domestic wit freedom,
So viscous,
Wit stroke,
Wit bum kissing,
But now,
Im trying to flow different,
Im trying to cool it now,
Im trying plant a sea,
Start a new edition,
Im sick of chasing chickens,
Sick of every other,
City whole,
Same old hos.

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