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Ab Relax yourself girl, be sent to
Gb hell.
B _ _ .
Honey
Eb check it out, you got me mesmerized.
With your
Ab black hair and your fat
Gb thigh.
Street poetry is my everyday.
Abm But your
Eb one gotta stop when you trot my way.
If I
Cm was working at the club, you would not pay.
Gb Ayo, my man
B Phife Diggie, he got something to say.
I like
Bb them brown, yellow, Puerto Rican, I hate
F shit.
Name is Phife Bro from the Zulu Nation.
Thought
E you in the damn that we
Ab could get down.
Now let's knock the boots like the group H-Town.
You got BPD all on your bedroom wall.
E But I'm above the rim and this is how
B I ball.
A gritty
C little something
Abm on the New York street.
This is how I represent over this here beat.
Talking about you.
Yo, I took you out, the sex
Eb was on my mind.
For the whole damn route.
My mind
Ab was in a frenzy in a horny state.
Gb But I couldn't
B drop down cause you couldn't relate.
Relax
Eb yourself girl, be sent to hell.
You couldn't relate.
Ab _ .
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Gb B Relax yourself girl, be sent to hell.
You
Eb couldn't relate.
Relax yourself girl, be
Cm sent to hell.
Relax yourself
Ab girl, be sent to
Gb hell.
Relax yourself girl, be sent to hell.
B Relax yourself girl, be sent to hell.
Relax yourself girl, be sent to hell.
Stretch
Cm out your legs, let me make you ball.
Drive you insane, drive you up the
Gb wall.
Staring at your phone, keeps very
Abm strong.
Eb Stronger than Fry, stronger than Teflon.
Take
Ab you on the app and you buy me lints.
Gb Now I wanna
Abm pound the_.
until it sticks.
You
C can be my mama and I'll be your boy.
I read your name on the road
F boy, never in my coy.
You could be a shorty in my ill convoy.
Not
Bb to come across as a thug or a hook.
B But hun,
Ab you got good, like Madeline Woo.
By the way, my name's Mali, the pop's friend.
They say we get together by the end of the week.
She simply said no, label me a_. I
E said how you figure, my friends tell me so.
I hate
Bb when silly groupies wanna
Ab run me.
Yep, word to God hun,
A I don't get down like that.
I'll have you weak in the knees if you can
Abm hardly speak.
Or we could do
Eb like Uncle Ellis, swinging F in my G.
Keep
Ab it on the down, yo, we keep it discreet.
Gb See, I'm not the type of kid to have my biz in the streets.
If my
Bb mom don't approve, then I'll just be low.
Eb Let me save
Ab the little
Gb man from inside the boat.
Let me hit
E it from the back, girl, I won't catch a hurry
Gb up.
Off on your couch, now you got Seamus Fernsup.
Shahid Viper, the extra P.
Stacey Beatle, DJ and my man LG.
They know the abstracts really
F so on.
I'm just a character as of me, never ever a must.
E Shorty, let me tell you about my
Abm only vice.
It has to do
Eb with lots of loving and it ain't nothing nice.
Ab _ .
It
Gb ain't nothing nice.
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Abm ain't nothing
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