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Consequence Don T Quit Your Day Job

Your girl, your girl keep callin me Your girl, your girl keep callin me That's cause your girl, your girl keep callin me And she better have my money Cause your girl, your

celebration bitches, more bottles of cham-p-aign In love with the same stripper that +Sprung+ T-Pain And all this Loius Vuitton shit ain't cheap, mayne Dawg I can't

chanted, through the coliseums And he bought all his kicks from the Coliseum They would try to see him, but they wasn't quite able Now he ballin out

me gooder head but watch it don't want her to marry cause Good day New York, have a good day in court My niggaz drive around the hood lookin for good

, or a good light vest Cause ain't no tellin when the hood might press And it's like 'Quence, don't be sleepin like insomniacs Cause ain't no tellin when

don't know when to quit That's when she came to his aid by throwin a fit And stopped me from doin somethin that the judge won't acquit And I seen that

mind This fuckin' job can't help him So I quit, y'all welcome Y'all don't know my struggle Y'all can't match my hustle You can't catch my hustle You

Brother) [Intro: Kanye West] Aww Yeah, 9th Wonder on the beat (Aww) I can't front man, you got some hot beats It's your boy Kanye Tutta Got Consequence