I never thought I'd find someone to be mine

[Intro]
If there's any bitches in this room, then there's something I gotta say
For all the fools who fell for first girl who comes their way
I've been down that road and now I'm back sitting on square one
Trying to pick myself up where I started from

[Verse 1]
I never would've thought that I'd see you out of control
Even though my penis was deep down in your hole
You should know between us, we was like mates of soul
Nothing could intervene us, especially no hoes
You was more so the chalant type I chose
To more shows, haunted you nights I suppose
That's how it go, with time spent, emotion grows
In the beginning friends, we decided to roll
So who's responsible when you get excited, explode
And Obie's grinnin', then you invite that Obie's cold
But bitches they gon' talk, niggas they gon' hate
We established this way before we became mates
So what's required is that you chill with all that fire
Get your desire when I retire and ...

[Chorus]
Spend some time with me
say that you'll be mine.

[Hook ]
I never thought I'd find someone to be mine
Lord knows I was right 'cuz you just crossed the line

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
I used to say I never met a girl like you before
Still ain't got a fuckin' clue as to who you truly are
Almost went as far as introducing you to my daughters
'Til you went as far as goin' and snoopin' through my drawers
Now I just feel stupid for the loop that you threw me for cant belive i almost flew the coop for some stupid whore you used to say all you wanted was for me to be yours all i ever wanted from you was a few booty calls if you recall i used to treat you like a groupie broad when we fucked i refused to even take my jewlery off but it threw me off the first time i called and you blew me off
It was a shock, it struck me as odd, but it turned me on
You started getting moody on me, pretty soon we'd argue
And the ruder you got, the more beautiful you got to me
And who'da even knew that who would'a even thought possibly
Cupid could shoot another one of them God Damn darts at me
It's true that I got shot in the heart
But when some one seems too good to be true, they usually are
But see, when you're in it, it's too hard to see
'Til you pull up and see some other dude's car parked and reach -
Up under the seat, as your heart starts to beat
Before you make a decision that's life altering
And just as you halt, and you turn and you start to leave
You hear them words echoing, the most haunting, that taunting ring

[Chorus]

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
(Yeah right bitch, spend some time on my dick)
In most cases - Stat's attitude is fuck a bitch
My only motive is to get head and fuck a bitch
But you was different, thought we shared a covenant
Even held your hand in public
We sufferin because of this shorty's on some whole notha other shit
Tryna play slick, thinkin' I'ma tricked off rip
I'll admit - I was caught in the mix, down to commit
Feeding you the best of me, I should've fed you piss
We started off closer than close
But who could've predicted to know
Your triflin' way would've stopped our growth
And the final result - back in that same boat
I ask myself do I love these hoes? Nope!

[Verse 4]
Em introduced us, "50 this is Tanya, Tanya this is 50"
Then slid off and left her to kick it with me
I complimented her, I said "you have very nice lips"
With my imagination, I could see her suckin' my dick
We played the phone game, a week later shit changed fast
Had her comin' overhere in a cab to give me some ass
Downtown Manhattan on the balcony, stare at the skyline
Penthouse full of imported shit , you know how I grind
She got the talkin', talkin' like an opportunitist too
Why talk when suckin' my dick is the real career move?
Said she's an aspiring actress, she do videos for practice
Yeah yeah, know how many times I done heard that shit?

[Chorus]

[Hook]

[Chorus]

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Postat av: Amy

Au pair, smack head :P

2009-09-26 @ 18:24:14
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