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fo' clips - can't do nothing 4 me lyrics

[verse 1]
i’m peepin’ on my success and thangs then got better man i sell tapes and i’m young dark and handsome
got a whole lot to give me never hog no trick cause they stamp that hoe in me
i’m the kinda guy that’s smooth calm collective
treat myself and cut me a lexus
now you seeing thangs that you never seen before
thinkin’ bout who gon’ get yo’ kids in my fo’ do’
girl i thought you knew i’m on a solo
if you wanna hit and run we can sho’ go
to the momo so you can play we wrestle the love (muscle?)
i’m caught up with my grip and i got nothin’ but love fo’ it
all on my jock cause i’m 95′ explodin’ it
now girl won’t you tell me somеthin’ cause i’m giving up nothin’

[bridge]

[verse 2]
now let speak on somеone who has the (fent?) in me
i think the b+tch name uh was cindy
hoggin’ the p+ssy cause a young g was pushy
now she wish she could f+ck with me biaatch
catch me at a tour in yo’ city near you
f+ckin’ with my crew smooth don’t step on my blue sway shoe
smokin’ bats with the brat can’t f+ck with the brandy
get me too tipsy
the mission is for p+ssies b+tch you got three kids
i need someone with as much ends as me the fo’ c+l+i+p
comin up from the hub city f+ck the cops roll it up in a (filly?)
but back to this silly b+tch
wouldn’t f+ck with her jimmy now she wanna see me
come through in my (jimmy?) blaze up
take her to the back and have her wakin’ up the neighbours
girl i know ya’ but i got nothin’ fo’ ya’
[bridge]

now it could be cool if i had someone to chill with
someone (10′ 8′?) and is down with makin’ a grip, don’t trip
cause i’m out late clockin’ a grip
and one time don’t wanna’ see me make it
so im shakin’ all wannabees down with the c+l+i+p
strapped on the side of me
and im bringin’ all h+ll to them f+a+b’s
catch me in my jeep puffin’ on (tweed?)
got a long history of fake a b’s
so solo is the way that i go
50′ inch screen tv in my condo
now you see i got mine and you wanna’ come lounge
but when i was broke you couldn’t come to the comptown
i guess this is the way it goes
start dealin’ tapes now you dealin’ with fake hoes now know sum’
i got nothin’ but love fo’ you and nothin’ else fo’ you

[outro]

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