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King B Come By Here

Come by here, baby, come by here Come by here, baby, come by here Come by here, baby, come by here Oh baby, won't you come by here I love you baby, come

Come by here, baby, come by here Come by here, baby, come by here Come by here, baby, come by here Oh baby, won't you come by here I love you baby, come

Things done changed, but we continue to reign as the King and the Queen of hip-hop, me and B.I. Frank White still listen to all the (a)'ttention I'm by

time to joke, joke You fuck around, you could get your ass smoked Look, it's not a game, me B? I ain't playing Beat behind me player, so you here anyway

damned if I be a snitch fool [Chorus] [Verse 3: Bun B] It's Bun B I go back-a like "Atlanta Black Crackers" I back-slap a, back-packer, from here to

to hustle-divided by the struggle Plus a couple of scuffle's and up to high shuffle Even when it sound muffled.. I bust through.. narrow gates.. with king

got time to joke, joke you f-ck around, you could get your ass smoked look, its not a game, me B, I aint playing beep behind me player, so you here anyway

yo I'm makin' money, see So yo world I hope you're ready for me Now gather round I'm the new fool in town And my sound's laid down by the Underground

but yo, I'm makin' money, see So yo world I hope you're ready for me Now gather 'round I'm the new fool in town And my sound's laid down by the Underground