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  • dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.

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    Tanpamu tiada berarti
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YeahUhYe ye yeahThat real s*** dogGrrrrrrrr
Can’t stop gotta eat, steppin’On my feet, spreadLove thinking sweet, uh uh uhWhat you catz don’t know(Repeat)

Yeah baby shits about to jump offWaitin’ for the bust, springing my man from up northBeen like three years when he got knockedSince he got caught
Pumped up like five new blocksHoldin’ it down for himKeeping straight rippinMoney on the books it ain’t its crooks
Who look out for other crooksTook him shoppin, money in his pocketHe’s straight, dropped him off at the wifes crib after we ateOut of state was the next move for me
Had to make that nigga chill for at leastTwo to three months but once its on its onHe didn’t care its like “slow down baby the money aint goinnowhere.”
Keep in touch though and show how much yo ass is with itThe dough flow is there and in a minute you can get itYou got to watch a nigga just comin home in his gameCause on the low he might be tryin to go against the grain

Can’t stop gotta eat, steppin’On my feet, spreadLove thinking sweet, uh uh uhWhat you catz don’t know
(Repeat)

I never figured this nigga for the shit that he pulledWhat is strange is the change some niggas go throughWhen they locked down they really cant hack itMo’fucka like me handles the bid like a jacket
Strap it on my back, but niggaz aint built like meAnd botherin niggaz is like “yo why you killed Mike D?”“Wasn’t me, but yeah he had it comin to him,he used to be my dog, so I let my cousin do him.”
Sent him out of state with like half a brick down to my spotIn VA cause the money comes quickHalf of that got fucked up before I even got to check in on himBut things happen so I really wasn’t wreckin on him
Got him up out of there, sent him down a little furtherAint heard from him in two months, murda, murdaHopped on the next flight thinkin’ I might have to stealsomethin’This hungry shit will make a nigga wanna kill somethin’

Can’t stop gotta eat, steppin’On my feet, spreadLove thinking sweet, uh uh uhWhat you catz don’t know
(Repeat)

Listen, Money is missing and its hecticFound the safe, checked it, shit looks neglectedJust what I expected, when I got no word from himAsked around, but ain’t nobody heard from him
But money talks, and most niggaz is snakesSo it wasn’t long before his man was ready to takeMe to where he was at, checked my gatThrew in the .4 clip, pumped myself up
Cause I cant go for that bullshitFuckin’ with my last, no the cash ain’t the issueIts just real fucked up when your man tries to diss youThinking back to niggaz in new york, and how they told me so:
“Yo I gots to knock his boots, he owes me dough.”Layin over da ho, then he hit me with the sob storyThe famous “Oh you didn’t know, I got robbed.” storyTold him this way, “You should be grateful too.”
“Fuck that bitch, look at what she made you do.”Now theres love lost in a double crossPointed at that bitch, turned her brains into sauce“So you wanna be with me, and talk to me like I’m silly”
Five bottles of "mo" on the floor, boxes of philliesTen G’s in a shoebox under the bedAnd for every G I put a fuckin slug in his headNow from Daniel, the moral to the story if you missed itIs the grain will always be there, just never go against it
Can’t stop gotta eat, steppin’On my feet, spreadLove thinking sweet, uh uh uhWhat you catz don’t know
Can’t stop gotta eat, steppin’On my feet, spreadLove thinking sweet, uh uh uhSo you catz don’t knowYou catz must not know