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| Ms. Jackson
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Yeah this for i hear go out for all the baby%B4s mama%B4s, moumous, moumos, momous
(Chours)
I%B4m sorry MS.Jackson,I%B4m for real.
Never meant to make you daughter cry.
I apologize a trillion times. (Repaeat)
My baby%B4s drama mama don%B4t like me.
She be doing like having this boys.
Come from her neighbourhood to the studio trying to fight me.She needs to get a piece of the American pie and take her bite out.That%B4s my house; I%B4ll disconect the cable and turn the light%B4s out.And let her know her grandchild is a baby and not a paycheck.Privat scool,daycare shit,medical bills I pay that.I love your mom and everything but see I ain%B4t the only one who lay down.She wann rib you up to start a custody war, my lawyersstay down.She never got a chance to my side of the story,we was divided.She fish fries and cookuots for my child%B4s birthday, I ain%B4tinvited.Despide it, it show her the utmost respect when I fall through.All you, do is defended that lady when I call you.
(Chours)
Me and your daughter got a special thang going on.You say it%B4s pubby love; we say it%B4s full-grown. Hope that we feel this, feel this way forever.You can plan a pretty picnic but you can%B4t predict the weather,Ms.Jackson
Ten Times out of nine now if i%B4m lying find.The quickest muzzle throw it on my mouth and I%B4ll decline.King meets Queen then the pubby love thing.Together dream%B4bout that crib whit the Goodyear swing.On the oak I hope we feel like this forever.Forever,forever,ever? Forever ever. Forever never seems that long until you%B4re grown.And notice that the day-by-day ruler can%B4t be to wrong. Ms. Jackson intentions were good, I wish I could.Become a magicane abracadbra all the sadder. Thoughts of me, thoughts of she,thoughts of he.Asking what happend for a raeson one can%B4t be mad.I pray so much about it, need some knee pads. So know this,know that everything%B4s cool.And yes I will be present on the first day of scool and graduation.
(Chous)
Look at the way he treats me, shit look at the way you tread me.You see your littel nosy ass homegirls done got your ass sent up the creeck G. Without a paddle you left to straddle and rite this thing on out,now.You and you%B4re girl ani%B4t speaking no more %B4cause my dick all in her mouth.You know what i%B4m talking about,jealousy,infidelity,envy,cheating,beating. And D to the G they be the same thing but who you placing the blame on.You keep on singing that same somg; let bygones be bygones.And you can go and get the hell on,you and ya mama.
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