I missed you so much, I follow due to day, you keep stand out all night, naddy the way, to keep our happy home so i'm strappin' up with frome, telescopes with binoculours fuck (fuck) this think is by knocking ya. Its appearing, i'm a be a single parent, so i'm hopin' that a snake as ways are not inherin'. To ma baby boy a dady's little angle when I repare the drag way that's would you remind girl. So I can always have you mere ma dear and no whom you fuckin', has no idear. Your brainiac, maniac, whatever ex-husband to be. Could bom ya bom too within shores policy. Man, sprinkle you teeth on the see-shore ak so natural and put off the 50 thousand dollar brick-borge, yup diddy, than we here some key is yours and (straight sap) you motherfuckers don't know whom y'all fuckin' with.





Play every match is you may get a foul,

That would have emotion is tears in the eyes,

Playin' with nerve will for sure you gonna die,

She's so broken I can feel it. 





I can feel it when my man cheats, it's a women's into wish and when you mess with dogs...dogs goin' heep. Creepin' of different days and different powers of the week, a beautiful life that got ma heart caught up in heat. I'm burnin'...burnin' for revenge my hands clinched with my emotions is takin' over the physically hurtin' you again, watchin' your crib, watchin' who comes through for you, got me burn in a round like a psycho chick too. I'm seein' if ya lies really as up to the truth, I wanna know this girl who shares as special part of view homie, hopin' you understand you takin' a chance between love and hate expect the unexpected from the game. You may jokin' and liein' in, best to seen at you place of you've been worth as naturally god given, but cuz around comes around what can I say? Cuz when the ring-comes-go-on ma red eye day...(ae ae ae)





Play every match is you may get a foul,

That would have emotion is tears in the eyes,

Playin' with nerve will for sure you gonna die,

She's so broken I can feel it. 





Im talkin' about, years... years of Fed Dalleny, but what happens when jealousy, intestine make a yell at me, tempers flair and we faio-da-bee bind and lookin' for hella and we, findin', fallin', rappin', lead no time no rewinding. It's a neva ending cycle, when people choose to be spitefallin', tryfallin', loosin', lovin' and a stinch of cheetin' this type fallin', life's been excitin' when white phenom, no more not ya fike n 'em, women can beat the shit when you wipe n 'em. Now its written, relationship trusts forgotten, and a nigga u fell creepin' wid a is soft than cotton, consious she get it popin' when the city-to-city hoppin', extra activities stoppin' you bitch can be whippin'. Some might want a lose it and put a slug in his brain, when in hurts then you self got 3 people slam. Tecca Nina can't live with the pain, that's why I say, "Imma playa motherfucker and I bet i'll never change".





Play every match is you may get a foul,

That would have emotion is tears in the eyes,

Playin' with nerve will for sure you gonna die,

She's so broken I can feel it.