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Louis carry on, rest in peace Virgil Don't hurt me, 'cause I'm following the way it came And I ain't, DTB thank you All of these, that I had to pinch myself Louis carry on, rest in peace Virgil Call me Kente denim, I took off the purple Complicated, she want me to draw a perfect circle She want my full attention like a Super Bowl commercial Before I hit the pussy, gotta hit some hurdles Friends on me, she giving Laura, and I'm Steve Urkel Next day she giving Cleo ass, she think I'm the bank Ride for what you need and vanish out the way Acting like this shit forever, and you here to stay Left it pimping out, you ain't have to pay Kept you on the front, like the emblem on the Wraith Spirit of Exodus, make her wet the bed for me She like it when I get aggressive, Patrick Beverly Take her to the backyard, fuck her by the canopy Smacking like she eating Doublemint, she handling Calm down, got the best of me, I'm feeling devil-y Smacking like she eating Doublemint, she handling Calm down, got the best of me, I'm feeling devil-y Grab a fan of Poetry, I'ma get the best of sleep Wake up, extra charge, stronger than a refugee Hello Mr. Sam's, I was everything to that Put me back in the game, I thought I found my soulmate All that fake love, all them fake dinner dates Trick is what she thought of me, another painted face Thinking I'm a sponsor, really made me holler With the stick out on the bitch, call me Harry Potter Peel that purse way back, I need every dollar Pay me for nothing, Charles Oakley, nigger bonkers Later with my new bitch, drunk, watching soccer Later on, we gon' four-play, cops and robbers Hit her, make her fumble, Jeremiah Trotter She get mad, she gon' tell all of my business to the bloggers Yeah, yeah Louis carry on, rest in peace Virgil Call me Kente Denim, I took off the purple Complicated, she want me to draw a perfect circle She want my full attention like a Super Bowl commercial Before I hit the pussy, gotta hit some hurdles Friends on it, she giving Laura, and I'm Steve Urkel Next day, she giving Cleo ass, she think I'm the bank Ride for what you need and vanish out the way Ride for what you need and vanish out the way
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