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| Big Moe City Of Syrup I Wonder [Big Moe] Huh, Wassup Boo Maan, you stay talkin bout you're down wit me But you stay on that complaining thang, you know what I'm sayin? I aint down wit all that complaining and fussin and fightin man I'm a playa type dude, I'd like to let my gal get in the way, But, you know what I'm sayin, the Lord blessed me with somethin So I gotta take advantage of that, you know what I'm talkin bout So I gotta do it, so its whateva [Chorus] I wonder if I didn't come home Would you still be down with me, yeah Because I'll leave you tonight, uh ohh I wonder if I didn't come Would you still be down with me, yeah Because I'll leave you tonight, uh ohh [Verse One] If I didn't come home What would you do to me? Get on the telephone? Call Tyrone? Tell him come get you in he morning You're wrong, this is my song And I gotta pay bills, keep my happy home Wreckshoppin all night long I'm ready, fire burnin No matter what you do to me, my wheels gon keep on turnin Are you down? So please don't get me started I got bitches out of town, if you fuckin wit clowns, I'll leave you broken hearted [Chorus] [Verse Two] I let you play one time, then I knew you were mine The way you caress me baby and sex me, I 'd have to say you put it down You took me, and you put me under you're wings, I can't lie Can't no other take your place, and can't a damn thang comply I don't know if you noticed, but you're the throwedest on my list Can't no nigga or no bitch compare their loving to a love like this Up and down, thick and thin, I was always there Ready to box or unload on a bitch, you know I don't care When you kiss me with your lips, I just fall in a daze Me and you against the world baby, priorities are gettin paid Diamonds blindin, hoes cryin, aint a damn thang changed Showin up and pourin up, in this damn rap game And by the way, I'm gon let you run the streets with your thugs When Valentine's comes around, you know who's gettin your hugs Fuck faces by fireplaces, Drink chases on mink rugs You a dog, you gon rome, but always find your way home, so what [Chorus] [Verse Three] Now if I don't come home, would you blow up my phone? Punch holes in my styrofoam? Misplace my chrome? Childish games in yo dome got yo mind confused A made nigga or a fake? Now its time to choose Many have tried my shoes, but didn't travel too far You knew the shit that you was in before you fucked the star Look how you suck up all my barre, you think this shit's for free? All this hustling in these streets keep all this ice on you and me Picture how nicer it can be, private flights twice a week Without you gripin about some freaks and how they saw me at the beach I'll practice what I preach, you sit being obsolete And remain to keep my business and my hustle out of reach And now if I don't come home, would you still be down? You are a fool, I will admit, but start practicin now Cuz I'm still the same playa that's all about my dough And I'm not comin home tonight, you triflin ass hoe! [Chorus] |
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