Hey moma, they call me weezy. you should be with me, i got a pocket full of reasons, baby i could bless you, and u ain't even sneeze it, i'd expressin' you and you don't even need me i could have you dreamin', when you ain't even sleepin' moma i could help you get off like the weekend, if that's what you wanna do to the new Enrique I pocket this sinna, put the song on replay, and then she backed it up like replay
Pain, since I've lost you, I'm lost too Nigga feelin' like he at the bottom like a horse shoe Sorry for the trouble that I put you and your heart through God knows that I'd do anything for a part two, or to be prayin' for the day you come back to me, sayin' that you forgive me Give me another chance, I'm needin' it like a kidney I don't wanna advance, give me back her hands Give me back her touch, I don't ask for much but I f**ked up, I know I f**ked up, I admit I f**ked up but everybody f**k up, now this other nigga lucked up Tellin' me and my clique don't give a f**k Cause um, we from New Orleans, she was from Georgia She was my down chick, I was her soldier I was her gangsta, she was my shoulder You were the pistol to my holster .. BANG!
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