don't go Cuz you make sleeping difficult You make it difficult for me Don't go And you make eating difficult You make it difficult for me Don't go It
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don't go Cause you make sleeping difficult You make it difficult for me Don't go And you make eating difficult You make it difficult for me Don't go
saying don't go Cause you make sleeping difficult You make it difficult for me Don't go And you make eating difficult You make it difficult for me Don't go
for me Don't go And you make eating difficult You make it difficult for me Don't go It's almost impossible Almost impossible to breathe Don't go
rock the fuck out I don't know 'bout everyone else Whatever we don't make, we gonna take, motherfucker Get this straight and fix your face I ain't gotta
Let's go Feds in the precinct lookin' at our picture If rap don't work, we gonna get it like Guy Fisher I was taught to ride with them niggas that'll
and went to hit myi team call me dougie dougie dougie dougie ca ca call me J J J J ca ca call me dougie dougie dougie Ca ca call me J J J J [Chorus:]
leavin' see? Baby come here, c'mon, baby don't even trip Now just kick it for a lil' while, you know what I'm sayin'? I'll take you to Sizzler to go
those that I used to know from way before, keep your head up come lets get this bread up girl, I gotta go, wish I could stay but I?m coming hme for the holidays [J
wanna go nigga Let's go ho You wanna go nigga Let's go ho You wanna go nigga Let's go ho You wanna go nigga Let's go ho What...what...what...what...what
on the look out boy? Yeah He gotta be more than half Dead If he don't fill my motherfuckin' drink up! Or fill your motherfuckin' mouth up Ahh haha haha I don't
I mean Don't get us wrong, we're gonna give to the kids Super Santa's hookin' up all the little shits (here ya go) And for the grown-up's, we gettin'
don't do enough, I just fool around Y'all can go to hell, how does that sound? Now you can tell by my everyday fits, I ain't rich I sneak with a piece
.) J. Holiday: It's goin' down. Come here now, J. Holiday. That's the reason I come home, baby. Chamillionaire: Relax, relax, (J. Holiday: Let's go,
closin' now shut, I don't give a FUCK about gettin' popped Them thugs probably heard, left these two guns is al lot! It's my time to go, playa, I'm tryin
too fast for y'all gold diggers On that O.J tip straight tryin' to deuce a nigga That's why I don't believe in holidays or meeting your moms Eating out
down low, I'm rimmed up with the seat back Boo with the sweet back, I definitely need that Even if her body make a nigga want eat that Bitch you don't
