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Man, not this again man
We just got in the club man
What you be on man, for real
You want a drink or somethin man, for real man
You need to help take the edge off or something for real man
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I aint in the club for this
Just parked and I just walked in and she already
startin that bull
I aint spend a dime for this
I just came to put some henne in me
(Really) you can keep the chriss
I aint ask for sh*t
Dont be the spot thats gone get this started
I aint in the club just to be arguing
So less you came here to party
Or let me do shots of ya body
I aint here for this
Verse1
Dressed to a T, Im out in the streets
Im 20 deep wit n****s thats claimin that east side
Been ridin through the A all night, so how we end
up back up on that east side
My girl wit me, yall know how it be
One condition baby, no drama while the gs round
?now we at the house she said ya stayed out?
You gave me your word now baby hold your voice down
Me and baby girl got this thing bout arguing usually
So every time I take her out try to let her know from
the door that
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Verse 2
JE, years in the game
I seen a lotta things that make the average n**** say wow
My privacy I hold close to me, let me keep my business out the streets now
If my girl wit me she sticks to the code
Dont be startin nothing
Betta wait until ya get home
Another lengthy fight we gotta make up
Just as long she can really drag a fight on
Me and baby girl got this thing bout arguing usually
So every time I take her out try to let her know from
the door that
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Bridge:
What I did or where Ive been
If you knew how to act
It wouldnt even be a problem
If you wanna know why I hang out with hoods all night
*Cause I cant keep on arguing, yabbin and stressing
its always a constant fight
and if you wanna know
why I say Id be better off by myself, now ya know why
I roll like I roll Ill just stay at home
I aint here for this
Rap:
Now you been begging me for weeks so now its going down
Before we hit this downtown Ima tell you now
You betta sit yo a** down and just sip some brown
Dont you try to clown when them groupie b*tches come around
I dont believe in luck, never been superstitious
They wanna do me its apparently due to my riches
They may have heard how I bury the tool in the ditches
And leave the barracuda wet as a school of some fishes
They wanna marry the dude
Got em preparing me food
Folding the clothes even washin the dishes
Cleaning the toilets, but you know what
I got you in a position, you bout to spoil it wit whinin
and b*tchin'
You walk back to the back of the line of divisions
Trying to make it before 12 wit the rest of the pigeons
I got you sippin zinfandel, chilly at the ear/wrist
I dont wanna hear this sh*t really I aint here for this
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