Won't trade

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    Now that I know what is boy

    For your epitaph niggers
    Laugh, tricks that he gassed your ass
    Siphon and not your cash
    Seeing the door in a flash
    While I stay enclosed
    Walkin' out my clothes she said,

    I won't trade him for nothing

    You're mother fucking right
    Walking this shit every night
    Fin this shit? Hold it tight
    rina filma on my sleeve??
    Even when I have to leave
    Cooler than even in the breeze
    Do you believe
    I was waiting for nothin'
    The one division leader
    In the rebound new group of shorties
    Off the post, goin' coast to coast
    She on the hard ones, sub him out the game she sayin'
    "naw, he good, I mean"

    I won't trade him for nothing

    For no amount of dough
    Franchise this man
    Give him all the things you can
    Think long term plans
    he be bringin in the fans
    Front page magazine, listen to this lady scream
    I won't trade him for nothing

    Cause she know what's better her top and
    Now a beckon on the flu
    Like a runnin' with the nicest nigger
    kinda sorta ??
    When he's singing just to slaughter no matter the quarter

    I won't trade him for nothing

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    The club house king
    batting practice Slugger swing,
    game time same thing
    When I'm in about a minute
    Holdin' the bat, as good as fat
    She's out the park and comin back she's saying

    I won't trade him for nothing

    And for ray you say you get it good
    If you were the ball player at all
    And the famous fall inevitably will make a call
    Hangin' memorabilia from you walls
    This is why you can't trade me

    I won't trade him for nothing
    Now that I know what is boy

    You can bet your money on a sure thing
    Certain profit's what it brings
    Ceremonies of the ringer in the white house wing
    Clear your mantle, the trophies I bring, do you wanna trade?

    I won't trade him for nothing

    'Cause in the air? there's a teammate you're lookin' for
    back-shoot and aughter ball??
    Leaves it all on the floor
    Always lookin' to score
    Pep talks in the locker room
    This is why you sing this tune

    I won't trade him for nothing

    And then you reach Can't make me sit out
    I go 'til you get out
    Her ball no get out
    An all night get-down
    I train for the pressure
    and come out fresher
    Equipped for the game
    you know my name, it makes me better
    I cheer for the whole team
    Let's go for the whole thing
    The ballots that you're holding
    MVP voting
    And I represent the sentiment you're emoting
    And you say

    I won't trade him for nothing

    The physical ability with mental capability
    Legitimately faces me outside of your vicinity
    And I ain't really seein' me
    Vacating this community I'm staying in

    I won't trade him for nothing

    I'm glad that you feel this way,
    Here is where I like to play
    Need to hear it everyday
    They cheer for me, say "Olay!"
    Wait a minute, "Andale?"
    I don't know, well anyway...

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    Composición: Kamaal Fareed, K. Fareed, F. Bridges, R. Knight y Ben Eaton

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