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Chester Starks Jr
Chester Starks Jr
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Robert Hodge Jr.
Robert Hodge Jr.
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Only we can save H.E.R Only we can save H.E.R Only we can save H.E.R Only we can save H.E.R Only we can save H.E.R Oooh Oooooh Ooooh I know that Common Said that he was done But I was just starting On my run He used to love H.E.R And I still did Back since I was A nappy head Kid It ain't hard to tell I had nuttin but love For those afro puffs She wore above Her crown She wanted to be down And had mad Izm To go around She was getting it 4 real She had mass appeal She gave me Something I could feel Shimmy shimmy ya She could feel me flow Underground Kilgore MC's act like they don't know I was boombastic She was fantastic The most beautifulest thing In this world Without plastic Up in my room We got chiliastic What we gon do What we gon do What we gon do What we gon do What we gon do What we gon do What we gon do She pulled up In the dormitory So our bodies Could create a story She had me rising Like elevators I pushed her buttons Smooth operator You know my steez Always aim to please I doo whopped that thing Did it with ease So well She had to sing I'm so into you Wit her big patooty Simon says Back that azz up Ms Fat Booty Come for act too The love of my life Then she said Nigga, I ain't your wife I'm like Chill chill chill She like pay my Bills bills bills Or gimme a ring And I said You wasn't bout That bling bling What we gon do What we gon do What we gon do What we gon do What we gon do What we gon do What we gon do What we gon do I was like Whoa! Where the Southern hospitality So fresh, so clean From head to totality This bag lady Really Put it on me Ante up! Wet macaroni Shake ya ass From here to Alabama Make it clap fast Wobble wobble Country grammar Imma work it Whistle While you twerk it Pump it up! She started to quirk, kid I had to get that Dirt off of my shoulder We were in da club And I couldn't hold her She in those jeans Bring em out bring em' out Y'know what I mean? Drop it like it's hot But then she Acted like A THOT Copped a squat All up in the spot I blacked out On everything Started wilding out She dialed Hotline bling What we gon do What we gon do What we gon do What we gon do What we gon do What we gon do What we gon do What we gon do Now this bitch ain't Brenda But now she had a baby And I'm like Ice Cube You can't fade me It's going crazy The baby ain't mine And I'm looking at her And she still look fine All divine I had to pray I had to think about What's OK I blacked out cause She had a daughter But she wasn't mine I'd a bought her Everything that I could Work day and night But she didn't do what She thought was right She just been fucking The next anaconda And I know This shit was like Wanda She wanted them scrimps And now she fuckin them pimps Ain't nothing that could save HER Except us Only we can save H.E.R Only we can save H.E.R Only we can save H.E.R Only we can save H.E.R
Writer(s): Chester Starks, Robert Tyrone Hodge Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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