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I'm so confused
I don't know what to do
But I gotta be a woman
I gotta let go of you
I think I saw your baby's mother
Creepin' at your backdoor
And your lyin' ass been cheatin'
and I can't take it no more
I'm moving on...
Chorus- On....Movin' On
On....Movin' On
On....I'll be moving on
*Repeat*
Whose draws are these?
You know I wear a size four
And if you say that you've been faithful
who was at your backdoor?
You ain't got no money
I shoulda left ya long ago
and you sho' can't stroke it no more
I've been sleepin' all along
If ya know what I mean
I'm movin' on...
Chorus
Silkk's rap:
Well now I'm a no limit soldier
Known to keep it rowdy
You know the ones that make ya say ugh
and bout it bout it
Now one to the two
Two to the three
I ain't tryna say leave him
But ya need to like roll with me
Cuz I can see you ain't happy here
From the look in your eyes
You a bird now spread your wings
So now it's time to fly
You ain't never gotta trip or remind me
I'm tryna live ghetto-fab
I'm taking baths in bottles of Don- P.
But I ain't perfect
Could you imagine me w/ no flaws?
Like a parking lot w/ no cars
Cell block w/ no bars
The world w/ no wars
L.A. w/ no stars
Check this out
I can heal your broken heart
So don't be so fast to react so quick
Don't get mad and try to scratch up my six
Now you know I get paid
For bustin' out all kinda tight verses
But see I need a girl
When I got to talk
Like I'm simple minded
And vice-versa
Chorus...
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