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My girl booty soft and it's shaped like a skrawberry Her pussy bald with a tat like Stephon Marbury Carry all my dirt to the grave, I'm the pallbearer Bury all of my sins, staring out of the Benz Gone off weed, gone off Hen', gone with the wind Gone with the pretty long hair is with the fairest skin Yelling in her face, and she repeat like a parrot and Apparently she gone keep yelling at me, I'ma never win Where yo ass was at when I was sleeping on the couch and in the whip? Probably with another nigga, on another nigga dick I'm on another tip, my skin so tint, strength on strength One on ten against me I won't break, I don't bend Watch your statements, guard your chin Guard your heart, guard your light Find your zen, mind your lightness You doing without cause you ain’t looking within But if you ever in doubt give this a spin Yeah for life, baby, I'm dressed for the war Baby girl I'm your soldier But trippin' like this, back and forth, wonder who gon' hold you (who's gon') Everybody needs somebody to hold them down (I said) Everybody needs somebody to hold them down Check, look, cool SongtexteI mean shawty had relations that we never could speak about You get mad, I'm mad, we sleep it out And then she had a man who used to beat her so she told me she wanted out Got a couple abortions, now that pussy's a haunted house Now her heart cold, Antartica, Siberia Had it planned out, curriculum, criteria Change, she feel pain Strain, built up anger From dealing with a dickhead, putting her life in danger I understand, it's times that you go through your women things And sometimes can't gauge clearly on what you be thinking I swear I got your back and got the tab on what you drinking You ain't gotta move a finger or pinky when we linking Whatever keeps your boat afloat or ship sinking from loose lips of side women stepping out of position Breaking out of a system, prison Parallelogram, shaping the prism Stop signs never stopped I Let's be realistic, I been trying to get in touch with my senses And be better to my sisters But niggas think that you feminine when you sensitive My home girl rap, and she feminist Hold it down for the women, I call her "Feminem" Tell 'em how you really feel headass Cause ass shots and dead ass and fake tits been around, we gas it Girl you perfect without that make up or the plastic surgery I'ma tell you how it is like Ron Burgundy Yeah for life, baby, I'm dressed for the war Baby girl I'm your soldier But trippin' like this, back and forth wonder who gon' hold you (who's gon') Everybody needs somebody to hold them down (I said) Everybody needs somebody to hold them down Aus Songtexte Mania