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Eve I M Caught Up Give It To You

girl Give it to you Give it to me Me give it to you Me give it to you Come on come on My love'll give it to you girl Deliver it to you girl

yeah, I'ma up at Brooklyn, now I'm down in Tribeca Right next to De Niro, but I'll be hood forever I'm the new Sinatra, and since I made it here I can

the killa, the lyrical beast? I'm gon' murda ya! Up in you like a hernia. You suck, I'm just confirmin' ya, nigga! If you did it, nigga, then clearly

strangest remark He said that giving was his living and I had to take part So I grabbed a bag of goodies and I hopped up on his cart I laced the pockets

I hate you because (I hate you Santa) You gave me nothin', now I'm takin' yours (I'll take it) Santa Claus, I hate you because (I hate you Santa) You

that nigga X aight well keep saying that Eve I wish you the best and I'll always love you Never hear me say fuck you because I love you Always here for you

Yeah, yeah, I'm up at Brooklyn, now I'm down in TriBeCa Right next to De Niro but I'll be hood forever I'm the new Sinatra and since I made it here I

just wreckgonize Nigga, you better wreckgonize You better, wreckgonnize Nigga, you better wreckgonize Nigga, you better wreckgonize, nigga Nigga, you better wreckgonize You better, wreckgonnize Nigga, you better wreckgonize Nigga, you

play her out Like a Central Park jogger But that's not my style that's what I'm telling ya Give me your number and I'll probably call you up on my cellular