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(Bootie Brown) I was standing, one of the cast of many I would give anything to swing hand in hand With her, but it was just a blur, I couldn't blame Why give up fortune and the fame For a nigga who can barely afford his name So the dame kept aim at the stars I'm often thinking about her When I'm on waitin' on calls across the border Made sure my rhymes in order 'cause That moment could be near and it was Now my attorney's tellin' me to sign here So I appear and perform international The time came, she stepped to me, I thought rational But she knew that I wanted it She walked around and flaunted it like a peacock I knocked the Reebok, now she jock Blowin' up the Pactel and my doorbell I had to check myself as well, love boat won't sail 'Cause I'm no captain, let them know from the start I let you break me off but I won't let you break my heart (Slim Kid 3) So I'm surrounded by bitches Now this is the most incredible shit in Slim Kid history So watch if you will SongtexteThe moment some good shit pop and they be foggin' up your grill Overly thrilled to get you in your ass like massingil Still burnin' Shit now and I'm still learnin' How not to fuck with your baby or make you my old lady You just overcastin', your ass is shady Tryin' to block the sunlight with all of that hype And now I'm discontinuin' all of this pipe That I've been layin' As long as you keep swayin' to another crew's tempo I gotta let you go and that's simple So get it through your two temples Because I'm tryin' to live fatter than a blimp ho And you exempt and I won't symp a write-off So step out my world and turn the light off (Fatlip) She was my high school sweetheart down from start When all I had was high hopes, my health, and my art But when I got fame she became unsure If I could still feel the same when I came off tour I said, "For sure," 'Cause what God gave us, girl, I'm grateful No need to be insecure, baby, your nigga's faithful So now I'm off doin' dates in a gang of states And as my status elevates, I see the baddest eights At the backstage gate, lookin' great, straight Waitin' for a nigga, so now I figure "Hey, I only live once, I'm goin' all out today" Made a call out to L.A. to say what I had to say... Now I get back the very next week Only to learn the table's turned like a technique Twelve hundred Last thing in the world that I wanted Was my girl goin' out every night gettin' blunted And zooted with a clique of well known reputed Groupie hoes from all the hip hop shows Backstage with her little backpack tryin' to get chose By anotha nigga with talent, Wealth, and fame--oh, I suppose I guess I got myself to blame for turnin' her out Into a hip hop freak Now I seek counseling from a therapist twice a week (Imani) So let me speak about the freak So let me speak about the freak So let me speak Instantly, she made another selection Because he was in the line plus had the money connection Correction, "Way more paid" is why she laid and played A charade in the game of deception The mysterious mistress is just an actress Of the mattress, 'cause she's a wannabe macktress Well built but equipped with the tackiest of tactics And I hate it, why this is dedicated to all of them Type of women who still be swimming Lost and confused in the lake of illusion With no values is why they're constantly losin' Aus Songtexte Mania