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Three Doors Down This Is The Story Of A Girl

a bitch So ladies We just ain't talkin' 'bout you 'Cause some of you niggas Is bitches too I knew this brother named Mitch Stong player He meet a girl

much, When suddenly there's a knock on the door Well, now, who could that be? I say, "Who is it?" No answer "Who is it?" There's no answer "WHO IS

to be a player or a superstar She ain't trippin on you she'd rather fuck your car She could care less about a real man All she wants is a man with the

support stay in court twice a month. - Light the blunt! D.A.! - Flees and flies he breakin' down them pizza pies (Mr. Pies!) See my eyes, rolled up right now. - I'm facin three

this, somethin' like this Somethin' like this, yo, a little somethin' like this Ready Rock C, give Jeff a hand Somethin' like this, somethin' like this Somethin' like this, hit it As we go As we go a little somethin' like this

in the crib, lifting the towel Heard the Sergent scream out, "Start stripping the child" And they blew down the door [Incomprehensible] snitching involved Wonder who? A boss, or a

a sharp spin, Went to my house before I knew it I was fuckin' this hoe, The skin is loose I'm hearin' $lu somebody's at the door, And it's that nigga

wanna tell a story bout a girl named sheila lovely lil thing but a bit of a dreamer shes been married for three long years got three children and they

nobody The sun is beatin' down on my baseball hat The air is gettin' hot, the beer is gettin' flat Lookin' for a girl, I ran into a guy His name is