Skrawberries

F#m

[Verse 1]
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My girl booty soft and it's shaped 
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like a skrawberry
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Her pussy bald with a tat like 
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Stephon Marbury
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Carry all my dirt to the grave, I'm
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 the pallbearer
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Bury all of my sins, staring out of
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 the Benz
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Gone off weed, gone off Hen', gone 
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with the wind
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Gone with the pretty long hair is 
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with the fairest skin
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Yelling in her face, and she repeat 
like a parrot and
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Apparently she gone keep yelling at 
me, I'ma never win
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Where your ass was at when I was 
sleeping on the couch
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And in the whip?
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Probably with another nigga, on 
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another nigga dick
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I'm on another tip, my skin so 
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tint, strength on strength
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One on ten against me, I won't 
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break, I don't bend
Watch your statements, guard your 
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chin
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Guard your heart, guard your light
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Find your zen, mind your lightness
You doing without cause you ain't 
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looking within
But if you ever in doubt give this a
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 spin

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[Hook]
F#m                       E      
Yeah for life, baby, I'm dressed 
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for the war
                          E
Baby girl I'm your soldier
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But trippin' like this, back and 
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forth, wonder who gon' hold you 
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(Who's gon')
F#m                 E       F#m 
Everybody needs somebody to hold
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 them down (I said)
F#m                  E      F#m
Everybody needs somebody to hold 
them down

[Verse 2]

Check, look, cool
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I mean shawty had relations that we
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 never could speak about
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You get mad, I'm mad, we sleep it 
out
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And then she had a man who used to 
beat her
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So she told me she wanted out
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Got a couple abortions, now that 
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pussy's a haunted house
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Now her heart cold, Antartica, 
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Siberia
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Had it planned out, curriculum, 
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criteria
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Change, she feel pain, strain, 
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built up anger
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From dealing with a dickhead, 
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putting her life in danger
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I understand, it's times that you 
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go through your women things
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And sometimes can't gauge clearly 
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on what you be thinking
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I swear I got your back and got the
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 tab on what you drinking
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You ain't gotta move a finger or 
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pinky when we linking
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Whatever keeps your boat afloat or 
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ship sinking
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From loose lips of side women 
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stepping out of position
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Breaking out of a system, prison
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Parallelogram, shaping the prism, 
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stop signs never stopped I
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Let's be realistic, I been trying 
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to get in touch with my senses

And be better to my sisters
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But niggas think that you feminine 
when you sensitive
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My home girl rap, and she feminist
Hold it down for the women, I call 
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her "Feminem"
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Tell 'em how you really feel headass
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Cause ass shots are dead ass and 
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fake tits been around, we gas it
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Girl you perfect without that make
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 up or the plastic surgery
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I'ma tell you how it is like Ron 
Burgundy

[Hook]
F#m                       E      
Yeah for life, baby, I'm dressed 
        F#m
for the war
                          E
Baby girl I'm your soldier
F#m                E          
But trippin' like this, back and 
     F#m                       
forth, wonder who gon' hold you 
     E
(Who's gon')
F#m                 E       F#m 
Everybody needs somebody to hold
              E
 them down (I said)
F#m                  E      F#m
Everybody needs somebody to hold 
them down