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Tytuł: Chedda Brings

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"Chedda Brings"(feat. Jose Cenquentez)
  [Chorus]
  I was ready to change the game before fittin my love to something the same
  I feel like this one wants it for the same
  And the bitch don't think I would look again
  Cause you lost this nigga and a damn good friend
  Thought you'd stick around like a Clinton stain
  I was looking forward to those better things
  Guess it's just the problems that the chedda brings
  Just the problems that the chedda brings
  
  [Verse 1]
  But I finally found my soul sista
  Convinced I had it all fell in love quicker
  Been going through it all this time but I'm so sick of
  Your games
  I'm so sick of your games
  You fuckin with the wrong nigga Must be out your mind or on some strong liquor
  How could I still want you when half the neighborhood's been witcha
  I can't you've already your chance feelin on my Benjamin's
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Verse 2]
  She was a gold digga
  And she knew how to put a hole in a n**** pocket for the cold figgas
  Chain you up and whip ya take your poly roly picture
  Oops black male when she get it on with ya
  Mmmm she the type to do her thing
  Type to lock you down for half 'a the estate
  Come around the way (so fellas beware of the fucking games)
  She'll ruin your name and empty out the safe
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Verse 3]
  I tried I tried again to make it work but how you ask me if I feel the same
  You always talking bout that you naked and you complain
  While you were here to cash your check that's under my name
  Although I'm sweet on you like sugar Cain I gotta bring
  Look at me dead up in my face and ain't the least of shame
  Well women come a dime a dozen I got loose change
  Ready to be and cashed in for my heart's pain
  God damn the problemsthat this chedda brings
  
  [Jose Rap]
  Jose had this Betty testing her game
  Using that black gold that's what I get she's gets in my pockets
  Strings like a lasso
  It's past dough she's after my G's oush my reality
  I'm mashed though paying her rent and now she's mad at me
  Is that so
  Saying well Jose you're bout to blow
  Doing songs with Ginuwine, Sole, and Lil' Mo
  I'm like what you talking
  I don't know G you don't know me and you've been talking side ways a lil' often
  And that's why my thing softens I start to lose interest
  A gold digga with a fetish for riches so bear witness
  You see the difference between women and chickens
  Skizers and sisters cause the chedda brings change in teh game we talking figures
  
  [Chorus]