Bizzy Bone

Bizzy Bone - I Must Fess Up lyrics

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[Intro: Bizzy]

My first, my first Briana

I named her after me and shit

Send shouts out to my family

Y'knowmsayin, my daughter Briana

If I never see you again baby, we gon' do it



[Chorus: Bizzy Bone]

And I must fess up if I mess up, babe I want you back

B my daughter, get the babies, move the fam attack

And if we never see each other 'member you are the best

I'm still wit'chu, remember me, don't stress

If I mess up, I gotta fess up, boo I want you back

B my daughter, get the babies and the fam attack

And if we never see each other 'member you are the best

I still love you, I still love you



[Bizzy Bone]

If I had you in my arms and we had money to spare

I'll take you anywhere, ev-erywhere, it don't matter I don't care

You better do what'chu gotta do, you're freedom is so precious

Kisses and hugs and love, my beauty, you're excellence

Manifested in perfection, I can't say no more

Have fun for me baby, slammin Maybach doors

They broke my jaw in the club, Billy nursed me to health

She more than a friend, she showed me that I wasn't by myself

And I been broke, Keith blessed me with paper to go get fed

A hot meal and a bag of weed, plus some liquor with nothin said

Never asked me for the money back, my love I thank you

I'm very grateful when I'm lonely and I know that God loves me

Reminiscin on the good times, the best was good times

So misunderstood times, good times

And these are so misunderstood rhymes, woodgrain, get it on

And when I'm not in the battlefield you know that I still get it on

Evaluations wanna vision you and never rejoicin

Baby I love you, everything that I can muster, uhh

Evaluations wanna vision you and never rejoicin

Baby I love you with everything, no choices



[Chorus]



[Bizzy Bone]

I scoop you up, up in the limo with a bottle full of Bacardi

12-pack of Bud Light, bumpin "Let Me Feel Your Body"

The whisk for the moment as the driver say "Where

are we goin, round the city? Roll the weed, I don't care"

We'll be feelin 'em, so in love with me, and yes the feelin is mutual

As I ride pass the graveyard, reminiscin over the funeral

My brother is here in spirit, made his peace with the Lord

You can ask Ninja when it happened, Capo loved the Lord

I put 'Pac on, all rap music we bumpin

Baby lookin at me chillin, she feelin me, makin a million

Pass the cup into my girl and Brandy, I mean Britney

Kinda tipsy on the backseat in the Lincoln stretch fizzy

I still love you boo, still true to the affection

Never abandon this protection, the fuckin direction

I still love you boo, still true to the affection

Never abandon my protection, the focus in yo' direction; what



[Chorus]



[Bizzy Bone]

We at the road, still chillin, watchin movies and we smokin

Baby she lookin so beautiful, "You comfortable?" "Boo, you know it"

was the answer that she gave me as we finished the spinach

Cause dinner at Ruth Chris, let's get drunk for the reel spinnin

Fi-let mig-non, big lobster, champagne was Dom

We need some Cristal, won't get it for now, let's get it on

And we kissin at the table as the patrons sip Patron

One patron told us go get a room, and go home

500 dollars on the table, we half-naked

Makin out, tearin our clothes off, the limo get to shakin

Better save it for the room, I can't wait no more

With the slow jam of "Secret Lovers" playin at the door

The star shinin so bright, they watchin from afar

You're a shinin star, forever and ever you are

We at the corner, I guess it's just like Ike and Tina

Clothes messed up, bra on backwards, I gotta see her, gotta see her



[Chorus]




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