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Featuring Ericka Yancey
TQ
Been in here about a year
Never thought the game would take me under
I'm 'bout to get my first tear
While I'm sittin' in my sell I wonder
What are you doin' outside
Are givin' all my as* up
You a dime so won't pass up
Ericka
Wait a minute nigg* betta back up
I told you long time ago
I'll always have your back
And you see I'm still comin' off wit half them checks
So why you trippin'
Ain't gotta worry 'bout nobody
Gettin' up in your stuff
Soon as the jury said guilty
I closed it up
Bought you new bible wit a blunt in it
Already rolled up
Between Numbers and Dueteromy
That where you'll find me
TQ
Don't mind me
I'm feenin' baby
I want some as* real bad
Locked up wit all of these hard legs
Scr*pin' daily, I miss my baby, I'm goin' crazy
Gotta get out of this place can't you help me
Chorus:
TQ - How can you love me
Ericka - Somebody's gotta do it
TQ - It's gotta be hard
Ericka - Ain't really nothin' to it
TQ - But you make me happy
Ericka - Boy you never should of had no doubt
Can't wait til you get out
TQ - When I get out
Ericka - I already told you
TQ - I guess I didn't believe it
Ericka - You spent all of your time
TQ - fked up and gettin' weeded
Ericka - But you make me happy
TQ - So I'm sittin' here countin' dayz down
Can't wait til I get out
Ericka - When you get out
TQ
Things can get back to the way they used to be
You and me in the cromed out E
Bumpin' bone thugz
Got the pedel to the floor
We dippin', kinda high and trippin'
Yo s**t is finga lickin'
Ericka
Wait a minute
I really miss ya
So don't get me started
Sweatin' to bumpin' and grindin' right throught these bars yeah
Got a little somethin' to help ya make
Just picture me naked
Can't feel your body and I hate it goin' crazy
Gotta get my mind off this
'Bout to go to the mall buy an outfit
TQ
Don't spend all my loochie
Gon' be p*ssed
And that's no bulls**t
Ericka
Now who in the hell do you think that ya talkin to
See I'm the woman in the world
Who would put up wit you
TQ
Got 72 mo' dayz in here
And feels like 20 years
Can't smoke, can't drink no beer
Can't get no as* in here
So when I finally come home
It's goin' be on
Cause I'll be lickin' and kissin' and stickin'
Baby all week long
Chorus
(Repeat til end)