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letra de love voodoo - bzzy

[verse: bizzy crook]
uh, voodoo
i know you love it
i know you love it

a lot has changed since we f-cked way back when
i made another hundred racks and still ain’t pay no taxes
sh-t, by the time they come for me
i probably made enough money to sweep it all under the mattress
like it never happened
probably have a couple cars i never drive
a stripper turned housewife that argues all the time
its that ’91 sh-t
i got a bad b-tch for every time this gun kicks
it’s that sh-t you could only play in the ghost
i ain’t been ghost, me and loni been in the phantom
she said, you been mia in mia
correction doa, me and nelly been in atlanta
i know you still ain’t forget me
b-tches tellin’ me they miss me though they never met me
enough [?]
i need some home cookin’
enough bad b-tches
i need a good woman
f-ck it, i guess it come with age
thought i had b-tches, tell that n-gga hit the club with tre
sittin’ there like i just blew up off a f-ckin’ tape
and no one knew my face
man that feel like back in the f-ckin’ day
its crazy
you ain’t even my ex no more
you ain’t even my ex, my ex said a ex before
i’m meeting people for the first time
the humble king in me got me greetin’ em’ like we met before
like what up dog, how them kids doin’
me, i’m alright tryna make a way with this music
they like, how you did it without a deal
sh-t even without the labels this sh-t is still hard to deal with
they love me after they judgment is embarr-ssing
don’t you ever confuse timid with arrogant
voodoo child, misunderstood
but sh-t if god let me have it you know my heart is good
tell em’ love is the only law
gettin’ money my only job
its been a long time comin’
since workin’ kfc summers
i learned to only be as great as you says you are
don’t you ever judge me for my lifestyle
don’t you judge me for my cars cause i worked hard for it all
i worked hard for this, hard for this
worked hard for this, i worked hard for it all
see that rolex, it took work
it took work
see that spanish girl that don’t say sh-t
cause she stuck up, that took work
it took work
see that black ghost when it come thru to its line, it took work
it took work
see my condo right down town, its a sublet, it took work
it took work
f-ck that n-gga hol’ up
b-tch i got my dough up
hate my blessings but you couldn’t blow up if [?]
stop feedin’ n-ggas
n-gga feed the spirit
that’s nizzy used to tell me
to this very day i hear it
when i’m bout to cop a brand new piece of jewelry for myself
that i’ll probably never wear
sh-t my mama need some help
when my daddy out there livin’ in new orleans for some work
and i visit for this once again
never call it first
what the f-ck, i forgot
why i’m even on the road
[fades out]

- bzzy

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