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King B Get These Blues Off Me

Baby, please don?t be angry with me Honey, because I?m goin? away Oh, please don?t be angry with me, baby Because I?m goin? away I told you all about

I just can't put up with you I've tried to please you But you just wasn't satisfied with me Well I tried to please you You just wasn't satisfied with me

sold your soul and bullshit sound low Fuckin' wit' me is not so need nine mo' Now the Internet, radio, prison even the TV All askin' me tah spit the meaning of B U N B

. 1-2-3-4. We don did it again. Ya know, these niggas out here out makin love, haha. Check it out. Get off ya nigga, go get ya money. If you stand in

to get them sacks off But now I got platinum plaques in the back of the back And I'm back with Dre again Aftermath, We the Best, me and Khaled, Dre and

navigation system for any State Them special made tires To fit my ride, I put a dove in the inside Stunna motherfucker, Rim trucks Sittin' on them motherfuckin' gittas, B.B. King, blues

man with a stick Keeps knocking me, away from that shit Till I lay in a ditch, and they don't even come get me They just get another me, and keep swanging

She did what any bitch woulda did, and got the law for me Talkin' 'bout gonna press charges and get her pa for me I told him, When I get outta jail,

you tellin' (Kim from the Tribe) Let me tell you why I be the top dog in the industry (What's that?) Because all these so-called mutts are not seein' me