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Sadat X - The Lump Lump lyrics
Verse One: People often see me in jams and be thinkin I'm high No that just be my lazy eye What's your reply to the evidence against you Your girlfriend found one hand just one loan credit Exclaimed you was fuckin you claim downtown where Fred can beat that win that quick nigga wins the ballgames Tailwind nose is a must on any con any truck When riding on luck you catch an empty Riding on the wave is real good, suave bola You be playin the low low, while your girlfriend be like, "Oh no!" I seen it with my own eyes and I know that it was him Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned Episodes of Free Willy bring strife in your life You can flip and use the gift of gab, but don't waver If you love your girlfriend, then you better save her Cause the next man is eager, to run up in yours Be in her drawers, put your girl on her fours Sometime's the girls game's tighter than a sloppy ass nigga I got my girl locked down hey that's the truth nigga She gone away for the weekend, man she right uptown Runnin around with my man Boogie Brown I keep your arms in the air, your feet on the floor While you're over there frontin with these kids your girl's givin jaw Chorus: I been doin my own thing (2X) Verse Two: Oh you got your own dough, from where I don't know You hold degrees from two universities Girl you're worth cheese in the nine-seis Sadat owns apartment keys, is it Alize for Dolo You got a mind on top of that spine plus the lump lump Highly educated and highly motivated Workin girl skirt tight love to hurt What to exert, I break your next man's pocket Smell of freak fragrant, unlike the vagrant You can pay the rent always, and don't be gettin hallways In the bed girlie and at work by nine Put on the work force ridin on a iron horse Bring it home to dad, the one piece cause I'm here Workout baby doll and keep yo' career No chiggedy, no diggedy, not you Glad that I got you, when I did Cause you was runnin wild with this out of style kid, no class Light in the ass, white enough to pass Shotproof glass for the midnight mass Chorus Verse Three: I have seen this chick at the bar, furiously she was searchin She want to wet her whistle with the glass of bubbly She want the Willie Dom not the cheap sherry Tryin to front with the outfit that's goin back tomorrow Now she's makin me dream, if she played to force it Dom she want to toss it, back in that Jet when the bottle's gone and that's a fact Give you the wrong number knowin it's the wrong number Front on a nigga never that, not I If you see me at the bar it's dry throat because I'm keepin these hoes dry Hey lookie there there's Harlem Slim! Lookin at me, but then you're walkin with him I be a little old for them young girl games I know a lot of tricks but I ain't namin no names One burnt my man, left his beef in flames Actin ill wild like the untamed dames Just came to mingle where I flowed the river Thames When I was young in the clubs they played Cool James Get rich without jail, is one of my aims You remember Good Times, with courderoy jeans Chorus (repeat 2.5X |
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