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Sol Angel Keane Jimenez
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Paroles
See through the wall
You put up in front of me
Said not to fall
But, we got too intimate
See through it all
See through the misery
You cry, I ball
'Cause, what is it to me?
I see through the wall
You put up in front of me
Said not to fall
But, we got too intimate
I'm not here for emotion
So, don't tell me you broken
I don't what you provoking
But, I'll take what you give (Ahh-ahh)
Then, I'll meet with yo' friend (Ahh-ahh)
Another story I begin (Ahh-ahh)
She get added to the mix
I swear the way y'all make me money, I'm a pimp
Swear the way y'all make me money, I'm a pimp-pimp
Swear the way y'all make me money, I'm a-
The way-way, swear the way y'all make me me money, I'm a-
The way y'all make me money, I'm a- (Pimp)
See through it all
See through the misery
You cry, I ball
'Cause, what is it to me?
I see through the wall
You put up in front of me
Said not to fall
But, we got too intimate
But, we got too intimate
Said not to fall
'Cause, what is it to me?
You cry, I ball
See through the misery
But, we got too intimate
See through it all
Said not to fall
Writer(s): Sol Jimenez
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