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Mase - Another Story to Tell lyrics
Intro] Yo since I been in this game yo Alot of funny shit that happend with these hoes man And this shit I'm 'bout to tell you Myse Is a true story Puff know the bitch Uh Yo [Mase] You know I don't wanna come across foul I'm only telling you about my lifestyle I had a girl named Kate I date in Georgia State Girl named Samantha I met in Clark Atlanta I even knew these girls named Laura and Yvette Switched up giving me head in Georgia Tech Now flip the script, mess with girls that strip Give 'em tips just so I can feel I'm they "his" They like, Mase I like your eyes and I love your lips I'm like, that ain't enough to make you sit in the six She said Mase, lot of things I wanna teach you 'bout If I tell you my past, it'll freak you out Save your dough, you know I wanna treat you out Fuck sucking your dick, I wanna eat you out I'm like whoa now, slow down You remind of these young chickens I knew from uptown Got a butt like this girl that worked in Motown So if we ain't gonna fuck then where we go now I don't move too fast, you move too slow You wasn't saying this just a moment ago You was sitting at the bar just spending my dough You owe me something bitch, you gon' blow me or something She said this thing you need to know before we fuck I ain't like all these other sluts And if I told you I was a virgin you wouldn't believe me I know getting pussy for you is easy You hit every bitch from Antee to a Tuskeegee Plus you know I know your girlfriend KiKi And for a moment honey tried to freak me But being the man I am I'm still in pimp mode Could tell she was Harlem 'cause I seen her zip code And then she started showing me pictures of Flipmode So I'm with my man and you know we gon' discuss her All I could hear is him sayin', don't trust her You know her lil' cousin fuck with Usher Plus her best friend got a baby from Busta So I layed back and peeped the ho' It's her word against his, I can't believe the ho' Yo, I only knew this girl from a weekend ago And I figure she a freak, Cease would know So I called up my nigga, I'm like Cease what up (what up) Is she a freak, nigga? Cease been fucked, but Cease admitted Yo, that he ain't even hit it, now y'all I really don't get it And she tried to play Mike like he's some nigga in a Civic And sucked Puff dick for some Budweiser tickets Yo, you believe this bitch, yo? She sucked his dick for some Budweiser tick.. That bitch gonna give me my shit B, word up (Section 622) I'm not even fucking playing I bet you she give me my watch back though, I bet that (Row 40) And all my fucking ice better be in it, too (Seat A, Seat B, enjoy the show) Matter of fact, I want my fucking couch out that shit B Word up, tell your sis get my fucking couch B I ain't fucking playing |
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