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Jeffrey Edward Herbert
Jeffrey Edward Herbert
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Paul The Producer
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I told you once, and I told you twice If you got to go, then I'll pay that price You broke my trust, so you're out of my life Took that chance, when you rolled that dice Oh, no, fuck with me, ya gots to go Oh, no, fuck with me, ya gots to go I can't deal with snakes in the grass, they be thievin' Take her out to lunch with your homie by the evenin' Same nigga that you put on for no reason Stab you in the back, thinkin' he'll get even Got a little man when he heard that I came up Seen it in his eyes when I brought my cake up Something you can't hide like a bitch with too much makeup Crabs in the bucket, they don't wanna see you stay up Oh, no, fuck with me, ya gots to go Oh, no, fuck with me, ya gots to go I told you once, and I told you twice If you got to go, then I'll pay that price You broke my trust, so you're out of my life Took that chance, when you rolled that dice Oh, no, fuck with me, ya gots to go Oh, no, fuck with me, ya gots to go My girl used to text me every fuckin' day Now my messages are comin' far in between I was her king, what, she was my queen But something ain't right, I don't know what's happenin One night she came over drunk and ready to bone Fucked her till she sleep, then I left the ass alone Felt a bit of shame when I went through her phone Till I read her messages and I found out she at home Oh, no
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