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Chris Rice Missin You

deepest heart There?s a place for You until I find the place You made for me But still I?m missin? You Oh, I?m missin? You Lord, I?m missin? You

my deepest heart There?s a place for You until I find the place You made for me But still I?m missin? You Oh, I?m missin? You Lord, I?m missin? You

questionin you Lecturin you, tryin to get shit up outta you Crucial beatdowns til the bitch come up outta you Cris come up outta you, dough that ain't

feel yourselves? Should kill yourselves, us Cowboys don't need you, you Bill Parcells And you ain't got to empty your pockets when the K's out Whatever you holdin is mine, you

this temp lady Jackie From Optima staffing niggas laughing Shut up clown don't talk to me like that looking stupid of course Living day by day and you ain't hard, trick hell you

they questionin you Lecturin you, tryin to get shit up outta you Crucial beatdowns til the bitch come up outta you Cris come up outta you, dough that

by this temp lady Jackie From Optima staffing figure laughing Shut up clown don't talk to me Like that looking stupid of course living day by day and you ain't hard Trick hell you

pressure'll do And you don't wanna fuck up when they questionin you Lecturin you, tryin to get shit up outta you Crucial beatdowns til the bitch come

Mob, Crazy C Bringing the Soul Food straight to you. Sit down and get yourself a plate. [Sample:] "Get a plate of soul food, chicken rice and gravy." [