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Olivia
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| Bizounce
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Fucking conversation,I%B4m throwin%B4him a lever,
Leavin%B4the crib with a Dear John letter.
I%B4m takin%B4what I need,nigga fuck all ya cheddah,
Fuck all ya jewellery and fuck all ya cars.
You ballin%B4while I%B4m wishin%B4on stars.
Won%B4t have me wildin%B4while you puffin%B4on dro%B4s.
Have me in the crib,all panties and bras
While you in the Benzo messin%B4wit broads.
Have ya%B4ll face in another bitch twat.
Go ahead playa boy that%B4s how you get shot.
I%B4m a get ya ass.
And I ain%B4t even like that silly nigga,
But I%B4m hurt and I%B4m filled up with liquor.
Ponderin%B4on if you really feel her.
Only a man could make a girl a killer
And wit a nine like this my nigga don%B4t sleep.
I%B4m a creep up on your behind,my nigga.
Chorus
I%B4m about to bizounce,
I can%B4t take this shit no more.
Picture frame broken,daddy,
Cuz I can%B4t trust you.
I%B4m ridin%B4high now,
So nigga fuck you.
I%B4m about to bizounce,
I can%B4t take this shit no more.
Picture frame broken,daddy,
Cuz I can%B4t trust you.
I%B4m ridin%B4high now,
So nigga fuck you.
Drivin%B4in your Benzo,
Shinned up Lorenzo,
Ashtray filled with Indo,
Toss it out the window.
Bein%B4fast as the ash blow,
Leavin%B4a nigga,fuck ya cash flow.
I got my own account
And it holds a nice amount.
I%B4m a come back for my clothes
And come back for my roles.
You can keep them other hoes,
Nigga,that%B4s how the game goes.
And if ya didn%B4t know,
Better ask somebody,baby.
Shoulda treated me like your lady,
Nigga,I gotta bizounce.
Chorus
Fuck the conversation,
I%B4m throwin%B4you a letter.
Keep them platinum credit cards,
Keep all of your cheddar.
That shit don%B4t mean nuttin to me,
Cuz I%B4m tired of you stressin%B4me.
The scent of perfume on ya clothes,
Messin%B4wit them silly hoes.
Got me feelin%B4miserable,
Peddin%B4up wit Hen and Coke,
Sleepin%B4with the enemy.
Boy,you don%B4t wanna fuck with me,
Don%B4t wanna fuck with me.
Chorus
I ain%B4t never comin%B4back no more,
I know you heard that shit before.
I don%B4t never wanna see your face,
Faded pictures on make-up case.
Shoulda known what ya miss%E9d at home,
Now you roll along wit no one to bone.
You ain%B4t never gonna eat poon poon,
Not from me,no no.
Chorus(2 times)
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12.Jan.2002 23:01:29 |
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19.Dec.2004 18:12:23 |
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