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That's you That talk about your homie behind his back, But you always with him at every location he be at. That's you That be stealin from your momma, Knowin she be the only one at your side, helpin you through your drama. That's you Sellin crack but can't make no profit, Cause you smokin it up, and you just can't seem to stop it That's you That keep playin up without a rubber, don't wanna claim your baby, you naked headed lover, that's your babies mother That's you A woman that's so deceitful, smilin as you do evil, makin money to set up your own people That's you Throwin xxxxx at your homegirls husband every evenin, then try to convince her that he be cheatin That's you Hate a woman doin better than you are, so you slash her tires and bust all the windows out her car That's you That can't get over your ex-man, puttin the problems of your previous relationship on the next man That's you {outta be ashamed of your self, cause the shell of a man playin games with your self That's you Makin the real women look fake, only hurtin yourself with the decions that you make That's you} [x2] That beats your kid, cause somebody said he done somethin, but you don't even go see if he did That's you Still living in your parents home, you got a good paying job but won't even pay for the phone That's you With that unattractive attitude, people don't wanna be around you cause you be ruinin they mood That's you That's thinkin somebody owe you somethin, and ain't gon be satisfied until somebody show you somethin That's you Rollin your eyes, and poppin your neck, cause you were the high roller, but homie only want you for sex That's you Think you the xxxx because your body is tight, what you gon do if god decide to change that over night That's you That can't stay at womans place, hit a man, hopin he hit you back, so you can take his freedom away? That's you That enjoy makin people lives hard, but when trouble come around your way you go runnin to god That's you {outta be ashamed of your self, cause the shell of a man playin games with your self That's you Makin the real women look fake, only hurtin yourself with the decions that you make That's you} [x2] That get up every night to go out and jack, but you reap what you sew, so don't get mad when it come back That's you That been out comittin all that crime, now you suicidal cause you gotta do all that time That's you Spendin all of your money on beer and blunts, and ain't got nothin on your bills come the first of the month? That's you That don't care about how stupid your act, man I'm so glad I'm no longer livin my life like that That's you Tryin to xxxx over people who work for you, even with all of that money ain't no peace on earth for ya That's you Yea that's you that made your homeboys hate ya, can't go no where without a gun cause you're nervous by nature That's you That's in and out of jail on the same charge, get out and go do the same thing on the same boulevard That's you That's gonna end up in the funeral home, you bobbin your head but I know you can't stand this song That's you {outta be ashamed of your self, cause the shell of a man playin games with your self That's you Makin the real women look fake, only hurtin yourself with the decions that you make That's you} [x2] |
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