missing my baby, (missing my baby) missing my baby I gotta hold you tight, and never let you out of my sight Missing my baby, (missing my baby) missing my baby
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m missing my baby, (missing my baby) missing my baby I gotta hold you tight, and never let you out of my sight Missing my baby, (missing my baby) missing my baby
Lookin' like my future wife (wife) Somebody let me at it (for real) Damn baby it's the business and built for it Sittin' on swole Man I had to get some seals
rap of the year Pounds to the misters, hugs for the miss Bombs in the mail, sealed with a kiss All my bitches pop that thing like this All my niggaz
exhale and umm after lo we could seperate be'cause of tho anotha female on my tail and em i could do with out boo who the love letters in my box half sealed that i miss
, stay true to this, been doin' this since back in the day I been puttin' in work writing, so much that my whole head start to hurt Up so late, fall asleep hands on my
't wait to hold you, see morning in your eyes Can't wait to love you in loveless paradise So I send my love by name, sealed with a kiss, baby Love, let
touch my lips you long to kiss Though a lot of pain in my heart but you missed Take a step back Read the situation You don't bother me no more Got my
me before Baby, please remember me once more I gave you the space so you could breathe I kept my distance so you would be free And hope that you find the missing
may never beat again, baby Or have you got the best of me? My heart may never beat again, baby Or have you got the best of me? Baby, baby Oh, oh, oh
sealed with a kiss Don't get offended if there's something you miss I only show you what I want you to see I got my t-t-t-t-tongue in my cheek If you
my sleeve, My ace in the hole. I thought you wanted my money, But you plundered my soul. Oh, plundered my soul Oh yeah (plundered my soul) You plundered my soul Yeah, yeah (plundered my
my lady Come, come my lady You're my butterfly (Sugar baby) Sugar baby Come my lady Come, come my lady You're my butterfly (Sugar baby) Sugar baby Such
tuck the cannon. Listen close I got duct tape and rope, I'll leave you missin like the fuckin O` bannons. One hand on my money, on hand on my buddy,
off and let him keep it Now that's for Weezy, baby and at my station We have sex orientation When I hit it, she squint like them orient Asians I do me, I say hey miss
