[Hook] Father dear (I know you wanna touch me) Well if you hear me (You know you wanna touch me) I've been.. father dear (You know you wanna kiss me) Well if you hear me (I want you to kiss me) I've been.. father dear (I know you wanna fuck me) Well if you hear me (Why can't you love me?) I've been held, closely by a stranger
[Verse 1: Labba] We came to give love to our die harded real bitches That stick through they man through the bullshit and Good loving and good fucking all night long What makes a young killer feel strong, you know You from black thongs to black ?stem hope? you know With a lifestyle bigger than don knockers With a left hand body guard like John Rocker Kill the cracker, you served pain but that didn't stop ya Offered the money, gotsta prosper Blame me for the babies we kill, ain't that ill I'm the one who wants to go to hell with it And I'm ?hoping to kinda self finish?
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[Verse 2: Ilacoin] She moved above the law, 50 G's in the floor Type to bring Whitney a key right to her door Watching for drugs low living the China white If you got her high enough, you could fuck her with a stick of dynamite Tie her up, smack her up, have your way I met her Wednesday had that by Saturday She was half black, born in South Korea Raised in an orphanage, the men would often come to see her The nuns didn't stop the soldiers from raping her Which is why she had panic attacks like Kim Bassinger Months went by, I heard she put base in her stogs Lit it with a stove, stole all the crates and a soul I saw it in her face she was losing control, confused in her role The cash flow disintegrated like her ass, yo She fell victim, to the Rotten Apple Say goodbye to the Porsche, kingpin wants a divorce She was diagnosed with cancer, heard it from the Source Now she ?wanders? from, manger to manger, looking to be held
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[Verse 3: Black Rob] Saw me running through, gun inside the face Goose saw what the struggle do I mean you act like your fake friends is loving you They undress in front of me and I'm uncomfortable Figure I'll just come to you, try to confide But then I start thinking 'bout the last time you lied (?) Don't care what you got to hide What I saw burned my eyes like chloride All I wanna know is why, I wasn't even tryna spy Come home dice from Bed-Stuy all inside Shoulda known, all you did was was pull me down I shoulda grown, canceled the mortgage on the home Dead, the diva bust the cellular phone I let you roam but now I gots to leave you alone Harsh reality is the case, like when you spit in the wind It might come back in your face I just came to get my shit, no anger You was the one kissing a strangerTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
