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J Church About The She

it means, I know that I'm too far away, I know that I'm too far away, I know that I'm too far away, I know that I'm too far away Another song about the she

on the pavement. (uh) And now they telling me this little girl just got raped, Some dude snatched her and she was standing at the bus stop, Wait, man she

him in the Bahamas, his wife ran, white van pulled up They caught him out in Brooklyn with a white man Slutted out, rosed out, sister was gone, she geeking She

trees, please curtains closed Armadillo cigars, killers who like to play golf preparing with transactions, with russian shots of the smirnoff playing for keeps I buss in 'em 'fore she

Fuck a platinum plaque nigga hood with it Bouncin that impala down the shore like what's good with it? I'm a made man, I wear J's and I been around more

rule number one If you wanna be my main girl Gotta keep your hair tight Toes right, yeah girl You gotta be a girl who Has a lot of virtue Like to party in the club But she go to church

was the only one But it's too late, too late She's gone You sweat her, and I ain't talkin' 'bout a Coogi You a big L, and I ain't talkin' 'bout Cool J

gone Your papa never told you About right and wrong But you're, but you're looking good, baby I believe you're a-feelin' fine Shame about it, born under

roof, bumpin Snoop "Gin and Juice" reminiscin bout the rides and gang truce Seventy degrees in the winter - tropical weather and vendettas cause L.A. niggaz be all about