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You It's Not

laying next to me listening to my radio,
she thinks shes the one,
I'm waiting on my woman to get home,
you its not stop crying girl,
one day you will find,
a better man then me,
Its time to see
my government chick,
who spends my money,
like the government does,
no change in my game,
you know they all look for money,
now hold up,
I told you on the phone,
that my woman was coming,
you came anyway not hiding,
nothing can stop me,
from talking to her,
woman you its not,
no its not,
come and screw me.

poem by Tommy Laster
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