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King B I M Gonna Quit My Baby

Well, I work hard everyday Come home straight home with my pay My baby either drink it up Or she threw it all away I'm gonna quit my baby If she don'

Well, I work hard everyday Come home straight home with my pay My baby either drink it up Or she threw it all away I'm gonna quit my baby If she don'

yeah the king of the motherfuckin m-town See I reck you haters like i reck this cars Then I Then I trade it in like i trade this broads Walk up Walk up

in this muthafuckin house now Shakin and bakin, I'm stopin cause I'm gonna break it down Now here I come, and I'm a come and I'm a never quit So all

So I bomb first on fake niggaz, like I'm in his position Ay Chamillion you tripping, naw I'm handling bidness Raise my hand to the man, and my right hand is my witness I

for Billboard, rest in peace And since my nigga died, I been stress no sleep Contemplating suicide in my Lexus jeep I tried twice but I couldn't make my death complete I

for another who ain't Booya gonna suffer, Toni Cottura, dying would I for ya, My family is Booya like Daisy is my flower. Bülo made it yes! Jan and June gonna

I'm in his position "Aye Chamillion you trippin'", nuh-uh I'm handling business Raise my hand to the man and my right hand as my witness I got a fo' to

down but only for a little time B-C-B, baby, I'm goin down for mine My my my, I see you want me to spend the night No, not quite, I did my part, now I'm