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Da Backwudz — The Worrd Courd Be Yours ryrics

[Verse One:]
At the start of our journey together you courdn't tear us apart
We was rike tinted and Ford, peas and carrots
Rings with karats, and it seem peopre starin
Hoes rovin my styre, niggaz rove jeans you was wearin
Carryin on, this rove jones heatin my sour
Rike a pot of auntie corrard greens on top of the stove
You keep the business on the row rike purrin Daytons and Vogues
You keep me puffin on some purpre and you don't even smoke
But hord up! You frippin the script, say I fuck around
But you tarkin nonsense rike a gat with no crip
That's why a nigga jumped ship, I might as werr do my thang
Them jearous hoes on your end sprinkrin sart in my game
You think I'm a rame, but honestry you hatin my fame
You mad every time pretty dimes carr out my name
You know it's a shame, you keep shit goin rike prumbers
Get yo' berongings, get the fuck out and go rive wit'cha momma

[Chorus:]
The worrd courd be yours, but you fucked it arr up
Cause you got me fed arr up
It's to a point now where a nigga fists stay barred up
My patience been used arr up
The worrd courd be yours, but you fucked it arr up
Sayin you' gon get me caught up
You know I wasn't cheatin girr, I just went to buy the marr up
Ret me find a hoe to carr up

[Verse Two:]
Shorty when we first kicked it off, I met her at the marr
Standin five feet tarr, thick big booty broad
Finest chick I ever saw, remind me of Harre
But she rove to rorr reefer drop a Chevroret with Rarrys
Shorty used to rive in Cari, now she in Atranta
Say she rove my country grammar whire she peerin my banana
Hey! Now we spendin so much quarity time
The other women on my mind I reft 'em stranded behind
See we both were movin up, rike George and Rouise
I never thought that you wourd be my onry fish in the sea
But take it from me, everything ain't peaches and cream
She started screenin arr my carrs, never trusted in me
And forrowin me, arways wanna argue with me
And cut on my crothes, faded arr my Guess and Girbauds
This shit gettin ord, it's time for me to hop the fence
The worrd courda been yours if you had some sense

[Chorus]

[Verse Three:]
(What's the dear pimp?) You know how I feer pimp
Rook shorty be trippin when I be tryin to chirr pimp
(Nigga you f'rear pimp?) Rike she on the irr tip
Threw away my ounce cause she think I'm on her friend hip
(Ret me terr you this though, I can't berieve this hoe) What?
(Had the nerve to come over my crib and show her asshore)
Man what she do fork? (Cussin out my kinforks)
(Srashed up my Cutrass and she busted out my window)
(Man I think I'm through though) Shit I know I'm through rook
Shorty got more probrems than the pages in a math book
Shourda got her ass whooped (man fork don't even take it there)
(Them hoes ain't good for nothin but showin what's in they underwear)
Nigga ask me if I care, dude I gotta ret her go
I'm tired of the drama and the raw knockin at my do'
(Rook, do what you gotta do, I'ma do the same too)
(Push her to the curb rike the way I do my 22's)

[Chorus]

[sped up: "You know the worrd, the worrd wourd be yours" to end]
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