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Tha Liks - My Dear
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tha Liks
Tha Liks
Performer
Defari
Defari
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
E. Brooks
E. Brooks
Composer
Rex Smith
Rex Smith
Composer
J. Robinson
J. Robinson
Composer
DA. Johnson
DA. Johnson
Composer
J. Boone
J. Boone
Composer
T. Hardson
T. Hardson
Lyrics
J. Martinez
J. Martinez
Composer
R. Robinson
R. Robinson
Composer
J. Sebastion
J. Sebastion
Composer
M. Sebastion
M. Sebastion
Composer
D. Stewart
D. Stewart
Composer
E. Wilcox
E. Wilcox
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tha Liks
Tha Liks
Recording Engineer
E-Swift
E-Swift
Producer
Doug Wilson
Doug Wilson
Mixing Engineer
Lance Pierre
Lance Pierre
Recording Engineer
Danny Romero
Danny Romero
Recording Engineer

Letra

My dear, my dear, my dear, my dear You do not know me but I know you very well So let me tell you 'bout the feelings I have for you My dear, my dear, my dear, my dear You do not know me but I know you very well So let me tell you 'bout the feelings I have for you It was a quarter past, one, the lights went low Everybody know the liquid crew's about to flow At a Alkaholiks show everybody go bananas Niggaz slammin' in the pit, bitches poppin' off the cameras Any mic you hand us liquid niggaz make us killers So we rock the motherfucker now we back stage Illin' Still in my wet ass clothes strikin' a pose Niggaz askin' who's nigga nigga, mind yo' rolls I'm peepin' out the hoes turnin' up a forty ounce All y'all women y'all can stay but all y'all niggaz gotta bounce I looked across the room and seen this girl about to leave Pretty face, big titties, weave hangin' to her sleeve Please believe I rushed her, tash he on attack Gave that bitch a oo-ooop, the bitch looked back I let her hit my Cognac, she got buzzed and started wobblin' I asked her what she do, she said videos and modelin' My dear, my dear, my dear, my dear You do not know me but I know you very well So let me tell you 'bout the feelings I have for you My dear, my dear, my dear, my dear You do not know me but I know you very well So let me tell you 'bout the feelings I have for you My dear, my dear, my dear, my dear You do not know me but I know you very well So let me tell you 'bout the feelings I have for you My dear, my dear, my dear, my dear You do not know me but I know you very well So let me tell you 'bout the feelings I have for you You don't know me, I bone you send you home feelin' lonely You always say, "Defari how come you never hold me? How come we don't go out so I can be your best homie?" 'Cause I just wanna fuck you too god damn nosey Play your position, no games, no pretendin' Don't act like you on top when you not badder than these women Think you a queen, when you really my Always listen to you talk, but me, never sharing And if I'm sharing never vital information 'Cause you'd probably snitch you bitch in a vital situation Now you want my government to floss when you runnin' with Your home girls, stupid, it's a cold world I'ma keep it pimpin' like Goldie and that nigga Slim Alkaholiks, J-ro, Tash, E-swift be them But you don't know me yet and still you wanna blow me Bust a nut, uh-huh, okay, whassup? Shut up My dear, my dear, my dear, my dear You do not know me but I know you very well So let me tell you 'bout the feelings I have for you My dear, my dear, my dear, my dear You do not know me but I know you very well So let me tell you 'bout the feelings I have for you My dear, my dear, my dear, my dear You do not know me but I know you very well So let me tell you 'bout the feelings I have for you My dear, my dear, my dear, my dear You do not know me but I know you very well So let me tell you 'bout the feelings I have for you You don't know me, you don't know me, you don't own me always on me Tellin' me to drop my forty when I'm chillin' with my brodie While I got the mic I'd like to tell you that you ain't my type Because my dear you don't, have the common sense to see the light My tastes vary from rats to bitches niggaz wanna marry You won't share me but you say my baby you will carry You done went insane, callin' me by my name, like Whassup J? Girl you oughta be shamed Call me J-ro, or Daddy, you badly mistaken If you thought you had me, twisted like a bad knee Type of cat that won't call you back, make you bring me Cognac And a whole zone of that, hop yo' ass out my lap Fuck out, you gotta go, quit runnin' yo' mouth You good for nothin' but layin' yo' ass all on my couch It's cold outside but you still gotta be out Get out my doorway girl, you lettin' all my heat out and that's real My dear, my dear, my dear You do not know me but I know you very well Now let me tell you 'bout the feelings I have for you My dear, my dear, my dear, my dear You do not know me but I know you very well So let me tell you 'bout the feelings I have for you My dear, my dear, my dear, my dear You do not know me but I know you very well So let me tell you 'bout the feelings I have for you My dear, my dear, my dear, my dear You do not know me but I know you very well So let me tell you 'bout the feelings I have for you My dear, my dear, my dear, my dear You do not know me but I know you very well So let me tell you 'bout the feelings I have for you
Writer(s): D. Johnson, Mark Sebastian, John Benson Sebastian, Derrick Stewart, Romye Robinson, Emandu Wilcox, Trevant Jermaine Hardson, Eric Brooks, James Anthony Robinson, Ricardo Danell Smith, John Stephen Boone Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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