Lil' Cease

Lil' Cease - Girlfriend lyrics

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[Cease]
 Yo  you got some nerve hoe
 While Irv blow
 Form as Leo
 Watching the Roy Jones fight in the third row
 Chick like Cease  you the hottest I heard yo
 I'm like yeah right trick
 Wish like words yo
 I spin around see my ex
 I ain't hurt though
 She had to see my face
 Ice made my shirt blow
 Work hoe
 No thong on with her skirt low
 Skate with the eight but don't take that bird yo
 Cats gettin deals and I ain't aggie
 I got Regis round the world and they ain't Kathie
 I got money and I ain't happy
 Chick bout to have a baby
 And I ain't the daddy
 I used to get my dough dirty
 Now I dough and slaughter with it
 If you know a penny paid
 Then get it the harder way
 I don't know why rappers don't give me gifts
 On Father's Day
 My son get out of line
 He get it like Marvin Gaye

 Chorus [Kelly Price]
 (So how can I)
 How can I love somebody else when
 When I can't (baby) love myself enough, you know
 When it's time (When it's time)
 Time to let go
 Time to let go, time to let go

 [Cease]
 Yo, yo
 Girlfriend, why you lookin mad stressed
 When the last time you and your man had sex
 Gimme that number and that address
 It come with something with easy access, I said
 Are you shyless or are you guyless
 Or are you straight up posing topless
 She said

 [Meda Montana]
 Try this, my name's Iris
 I'm from Cypress, half black and half Irish, uh
 I got a man, but he beats me
 Don't know how to treat me
 If you wanna get freaky, beep me
 You like that?

 [Cease]
 Yeah, I like that
 When I beeped her, she called me right back
 I layed my game down quite flat
 She said she wearing white pants at the station
 Threw on my white hat with no hesitation
 White Benz, white nad
 White on white racing
 Thinking to myself
 She might be on the flight with Mason

 Chorus

 Easily, security to Cease A Lee
 Don't pat him down player, he's with me
 I know, every girl in this club
 Wanna leave with me
 But right now
 Only three with me, uh
 I went from eating on paper plates
 To jeeps with paper plates
 So a chick can, come before my paperchase
 Wanna hit the cell
 Roc make em wait
 If I ain't make a mill
 I can't take a break
 I like to vacate down in Bermuda
 Sip my coleurs while I'm headed down to Hooters
 Everytime we scoop her
 The chickens wanna tutor
 Girls wanna fight and
 Throwing ice from the cooler
 This chick is a loser
 Smoke on niggas buddah
 Dick ride on every niggas scooter
 Same shit she said about me
 She said about Gutta
 But if it wasn't for this rap shit
 I never would have knew her

 Chorus to fade
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Atlantic

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Released in: 1999

Language: English

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