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e.m.s - used lyrics

[intro]
so i be on tha high-tension wire
so, i be a little bit high right now
e.m.s

[verse 1]
oh no, so i lay back and relax
lookin’ right in your face
oh no, i said, i lay back and relax
smokin’ ma marijuana, (na-ah)
baby you sn-bbin’ and formin’
’cause you got b–bies and t-tties
you keep catwalkin’ and talkin’ like you are priceless
’em n-gg-s used that
you are a used sh-t
i need no used sh-t
i need’a new b-tch

[bridge]
you are a used sh-t (i need’a new sh-t)
i need no used sh-t (i need’a new sh-t)
i need’a new sh-t (i need’a new sh-t)
i mean a good b-tch
you are a used sh-t (i need’a new sh-t)
i need no used sh-t (i need’a new sh-t)
i need’a new sh-t (i need’a new sh-t)
i mean a good b-tch

[verse 2]
fresh out the oven, she told me, “e, stop
you’re disrespectin’ me, n-gg-, for what?
i gotta tell you, n-gg-, that’s enough or i’ma pick a knife and put it in your heart
you never know what it’s like growin’ up as a little kid havin’ no dad and no mom
you’ve disrespected me, n-gg-, for what?
i gotta tell you, n-gg-, f-ck it, that’s enough
you never know what it’s like havin’ no food and no shelter, n-gg- you been there before?
you never no what it’s like havin’ nothin’ to certify you for a job
n-gg-, why you justifyin’ all actions that i took so i may succeed
you’ve disrespected me, n-gg-, for what?
i gotta tell you, n-gg-, f-ck it, that’s enough
worry me not till you clean up your -n-s
real money comes when i hop on this p-n-s
you’ve disrespected me, n-gg-, for what?
i gotta tell you, n-gg-, f-ck it, that’s enough
this gonna be the last time that i tell you
next time i’d be forced to silence you
where are your manners? heard that you lost it
better ask your b-tch to help you go find it”

[verse 3]
couldn’t ignore that, i told her, “v, stop
you gettin’ angry, baby, for what?
i gotta tell you, baby, that enough or i’ma beat the f-ckin’ devil out your soul
there are so many ways to make that money rather than f-ckin’ n-gg-s, baby you know
you gettin’ angry, baby, for what?
i gotta tell you, baby, f-ck it, that enough
the truth is bitter, better get used to it
i’m a preacher i ain’t paint no picture
if gabriel stabs you today and beelzebub calls me i’ma tell him, “hey, never you st-tch her
fact; ‘no n-body wants to marry you ’cause all ’em n-gg-s know you’ve been overused’
you gettin’ angry, baby, for what?
i gotta tell you, baby, f-ck it, that enough
ain’t got ma time ’cause i ain’t got those pennies
you’ll have ma time when i’m finally famous
you gettin’ angry, baby, for what?
i gotta tell you, baby, f-ck it, that enough
this gonna be the last time that i tell you
next time it ain’t gon be me and you
where’s your virginity? heard that you lost it
that i really know you can never find it”

[outro]
’em n-gg-s used that
you are a used sh-t
i need’a new sh-t

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