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Harlem World lyrics : "Cheat On You"


Yo, yo
Yo, if you gonna hit ^!$$%s' girl

Just expect ^!$$%s to hit your girl
And that's it
112 help me say


1 - If she got with you when
She already had a man

Why wouldn't she cheat on you
(Why wouldn't she cheat on you)
If she got with you when

She already had a man
Why wouldn't she cheat on you
(Why wouldn't she cheat on you)


Mase, come on
If I'm in the streets or I'm in my jeep

And I wit my peep, ex know not to speak
See it's all good, and it's all sweet
All women flirt, all women cheat

So I might spend a week down in Virginia Beach
Out or in the sheets blaze plenty freaks
Be the bad boy everybody wanna meet

Practice what I preach, never caught when I cheat
If I ain't work late, I say I was wit my peeps
And quick to tell a hoe, yo I ain't get the beep

And all these girls is quite the same
So it ain't your pencil, it's how you write your name
Repeat 1


Ain't nobody hotter than the jam, don dada
Been around the world with girls at Ramada

Never been the one that chick, lotta scotta, protta
And yo when Cease got a girl he gotta
Though I love a ghetto girl that keep her doobie fly

39 in my Benz them ^!$$%s and super size
Girl talk slick but I see through the lies
You don't got TV, whatcha mean who am I

If you knew what I knew, you wouldn't be givin' her pearls
If you know that she cheap why you live with the girl
Half you cats couldn't live in my world

Cuz you couldn't picture another ^!$$% hittin' your girl (what?)

Is it because my game is stronger, name last longer

On the brain like a whole eighth but can
Chicks stop, mesmerize rub up on they tetas
Like push up bras, who you dealin' with ma, he's jigga

You know the rawest, ice is flawless baby
Nice is lawless, recite for balla's
And I fools ya'll fake players every time

Cuz you only hit chicks that you think is mine
You know how I paid his due, but I'm unfatable
Mommy screamin' pappi can I skate wit you

They wanna ride wit me, stay fly wit me
Wanna help me get rid of my rivalries
Wanna be the ebony to my ivory

But I'm straight though, thanks ma, I only chase dough
We can lay for tonight but in the mornin'
I get Shirley Murdock, I hope your door slam lock, I'm gone


Yo, you can't think you gonna be cheatin and the girl ain't gonna cheat
Just like you cheat, they could cheat

And I just think, you a fool if you think girls don't chea

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