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In his eyes I see the truth, that's why I believe, In every word he speaks, that's why I don't leave, I don't even understand sometimes, what he does to me, For some reason I can't stop, as hard as it may be. His aura is contagious, he inspires me to go, His words repeat in my head, that's why they are all I know, His instructions are my life, I gotta get this dough, As long as he keeps it pimping, I will be his hoe. Others don't understand it, honestly neither do I, But when I think of the alternative, I can only ask why, I'm not a square, that will never again be my life, I'm married only to this game, I will never be anyone's wife. I'm the real thing, a real one, he made me this way, Until he makes me leave, that's how long I will stay, No other could have me like this, I don't listen to what they say, Juice is a real one, the only one , who I will ever be down to pay.
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Feb 28, 2016
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