Miss You

(I miss you baby...)
(I miss you baby...)

I miss you like I miss the dead holmes
Cause when I brought you out the texas
That's where the real money
Put the telly in a name
She will never act funny
She always kept the thing on the rifer and got funky
And now the bitch gon'
She don't want to be a whole square nigga or what
You know how that shit goes
Got to play to blay
People fuck when engage
Coly plays got chosing when i in another state
Stay away from bakes and lay a nigga will be fake
Couple a hoes twenty toes like you know I never play
Two Connor up on my weight so you know I never quit
Posted on fig when the gages is in the pips
P Worthy, Conway, nigga you what it is
Down with this bitch, and I'll see him getting rich
Thinking bout' the days when I really never a cent
Rest In peace the world when's pop one for Ben
Nigga I know I do and I got do for the West

Ayo, i put that on the squad when i behind this wall
You keep that money on the phone except that ain't a call
18 months in the county, Baby that shit ain't long
Don't give a fuck, niggas none on my pussy when i gone
I miss the way that pussy fell, I miss the taste of it
Ass fallen like bitches that's a straight stunt
I ain't tripping, all i got is another 18 months and
I walking in a party and that's a bitch and then we straight fucking
Biding on the stairs like i want to break something
Lays pending up in the air, You can't escape from me
I ain't fucking with this bitches this time, i'am in fronted
I know i said this shit before, but shit... that ain't nothing
You believe in me right? right?
Say do you believe in me right?
How do you don't believe in me, bitch?
You believe in Jesus right?

Forget what i said



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Writer(s): Bryan Michael Paul Cox, Jermaine Dupri, Jason Phillips, Linda Laurie, Mariah Carey, Terry M. Etlinger
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