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My Homeboy s Girlfriend lyrics
My nigga, C, he from Texas, I m from Tennesee
We do our thang, with them thangs, makin currency
He got the hook up with Columbians and Mexicans
He wraps em up and ships em out, and I supply the ends
Excellent profit got us livin elegant
Laundrymat style washes away the evidence
Get on the plane every weekend and visit
I would visit his town, and he would visit Memphis
Takin the nigga clubbin , Embassy suites, and freaks
Up all night, sippin Tussin, smokin Sweets
One weekend, I m in his town, his crib
You really must trust a nigga to show him where you live
Fly scenery, space aged things, and big screen
In the den, shootin pool puffin on some good green
In walked the woman that was C s fiancee
He said daddy loved her, and would marry her one day
Her name was Angela, damn she was fine
I admit I had evil thoughts rush in my mind
Moscino fittin tight, she was dressed to kill
She winked but I didn t think the hoe was for real
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What am I, supposed to do?
When I m takin a chance, fuckin with you
My homeboy s girlfriend
Now if someone, found out about us
Then someone s, gonna get fucked up
My homeboy s grilfriend
The smell of breakfast, woke me up from my dreams
Bacon sizzlin , searchin for the kitchen like a fiend
What I, seen, straight took me by surprise
Angela half naked not tryin to hide
She saw me lookin , but kept cookin
What s up with that?
Invitin me to sit down, and said she d be right back
I poured a glass of O.J. and pulled up a seat
Angela came right back, and sat next to me
Kissed me on my cheek and said
(Oh you cute, I don t know what it is, but it s just something about you)
With her hand on my leg, she kissed me on my neck
I said baby chill, this is too much disrespect
If C walked in, he be a mad mothafucker
And ain t no pussy gon come between brothers
Lovers, we can t be, cause that s bad business
(Ball, you could have all of this, and there won t be no witnesses)
All in my lap, on my early mornin hard dick
Grindin on it, pullin it, before I knew it, suckin it
Ended up fuckin it
I guess I m a weak man
It s hard to understand my homeboy s girlfriend
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Me and C jumped in the Benz and hit the town for a while
I can t believe what just happned, man this shit too wild
If C finds out, he might trip and try to kill me
And I ain t the type of nigga that s gonna feel guilty
Later on, we was at the pad, kickin back
C had to make a run, to go and serve a pack
Before he made it out the driveway good
Angela was all on me, tryin to suck on my wood
On the pool table, on the floor, man what a whore
I was lookin out for C, she was beggin me for more
An hour later, C walked through the door
Unaware, that I was just in his ladies underwear
I flew home the next day still reminiscing
Not believin I just dicked on my homies Mrs.
This is a fuckin trip man
I will never understand, my homeboy s girlfriend
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