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Won't Trade

アーティスト:Q-Tip  アルバム:The Renaissance  作詞:BRIDGES FRED LAVON/EATON BOBBY/FAREED KAMAAL IBN JOHN/Q TIP  作曲:BRIDGES FRED LAVON/EATON BOBBY/FAREED KAMAAL IBN JOHN/Q TIP 

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Now that I know what is boy For your epitaph niggers Laugh, tricks that he gassed your ass Siphon and not your cash Seeing the door in a flash While I stay enclosed Walkin' out my clothes she said, I was waitin for nothing You're mother fucking right Walking this shit every night Fin this shit? Hold it tight Rina filma on my sleeve? Even when I have to leave Cooler than even in the breeze Do you believe I was waiting for nothin' The one division leader In the rebound new group of shorties Off the post, goin' coast to coast She on the hard ones, sub him out the game she sayin' "naw, he good, I mean" I was waitin for nothing For no amount of dough Franchise this man Give him all the things you can Think long term plans even bringin in the fans Front page magazine, listen to this lady scream I was waitin' for nothing Cause she know what's better her top and Now a beckon on the flu Like a runnin' with the nicest nigger Kinda sorta? When he's singing just to slaughter no matter the quarter I was waitin' for nothing The club house king Batting practice Slugger swing, Game time same thing When I'm in about a minute Holdin' the bat, as good as fat She's out the park and comin back she's saying I was waitin for nothing And for ray you say you get it good If you were the ball player at all And the famous fall inevitably


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