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Shad Out Of Love Part 2

boys get mad and punch me In the junk til my balls ache Look out the window and there's rainstorms I let the wind blow out a brain storm Shad's back

oh oh ohhhhhhhh Oh oh oh ohhhhhhhh Here's your standing O Boy, you remind Me of a love that seemed so sublime. Your kisses told me oh so many lies Shades

four-four And it freaks you out, on your momma's couch, that's what us thugs be 'bout You know me And when I pray for love, baby pray for us, who celebrates

let you inside Love it or not, thrive off the love of the block See me solo in a photo, hands huggin' my cock Frank furvase, a white cotton tank with shades

is this) Ghetto Business [Beat Fades Out] [Rowdy Rahz Freestyle] You aint fin to blow up shit Youre merely a bomb threat How the fuck you gonna move a crowd You aint moved out

Now you sell-thugs trying to take you out Christ's trying to take you out But when He speaks-it's like you duct tape His mouth Can't fake Him out-God

she's my hoe So let the game out-slick and hit a high note And then scream out 'bitch!' and let em all know you love Too $hort, biatch Now everybody wanna

So if money involved I need a hundred for mine [Chorus] [Verse 2: Ma$e] I know the pros and the cons to the smoking dons See I'm laid in the shade to

So if money involved I need a hundred for mine [Chorus] [Verse 2: Ma$e] I know the pros and the cons to the smoking dons See I'm laid in the shade to