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alicia keys - onfully lyrics

[intro]
shee

[verse]
f*ckin’ with them keys like i’m swizz beatz
dealin’ pills for the longest now, so i get ’em cheap (shee, shee)
most n*ggas play with us, end up toes whiter wheat (shee)
you gon’ give that p*ssy up or what? b*tch, don’t lie to me
huggin’ a pint of that wock’, room lookin’ like the matrix
where that opp n*gga go? he in the ‘wood, oh, we faced him
i’m just doin’ what’s best for me, don’t care if you hate me
since a kid, i had that tracey on me (shee), ain’t talkin’ no gravy
in the trenches on the block, sh*t lookin’ like a get*together
i’ll catch one and hurt ’em all (shee), birds flock together
in la with my lil’ b*tch colder than december
i ain’t hear you, mister, what you say? hivey put him in a blender
tell myself, “onfully, stop, the drank f*ckin’ up your liver”
i’m always the first man, they malcolm in the middle
like a gropey troll, b*tch could get the d*ck if she could solve the rock
this glock criticize, it’ll up a pot, the mind of a pistol
you ask me did i want some liquor? maybe just a little
charged up, wood, chopper turn your sawdust
f*ck my number one fan, that fine blue and got the dark bust (shee)
why you boys always lookin’ for the wrong tree to bark up?
she wanna have s*x with no condom like cold cut
i get them ‘bows with me (shee), and don’t do the roll much
stop tellin’ me ’bout other n*ggas’ business (b*tch), so what?
i’m worried ’bout my own sh*t (shee), f*ck, load up
you need to load up, you ain’t did or it so much
out in public, you ain’t even know i got that bl!cky tucked
take this powerpuff, b*tch (shee), and turn to b*ttercup
me and two sitters sittin’ on you, better bunker up
we talk facts, this sh*t is no cap, that’s why they lovin’ us
keep a couple straps like pat (shee), you ain’t even one of us
she say she wet when i start the engine, got them ‘bows with a ticket
if you ain’t tryna cop right then, you payin’ interest
i was just in opa*locka with my n*gga beno pourin’ trishy
in that fast thing doin’ the dash, cup dancin’ missy
your life ain’t amazing, you a jennifer, don’t tell me [?]
free the guys in that jam, tell the judge to shorten they sentence
them hoes all bad, i want ’em all, i ain’t even pickin’
you listed as a rat, n*gga talkin’ ’bout he a codefendant
shoot it quick like a clock on the wall and the time is tickin’
if you always put the pistol in the stash, why you ridin’ with it? (shee)
guess the cup from a different fabric
fully way past your level, n*gga, above average
out of town, rocked the show, all my n*ggas savage (shee)
too many groupie hoes hop on a panty waggon
glock tight as h*ll on my waist, no saggin’
ho wanna be my stylist, like how it fit (shee)
she say make it snow on her, think i’m saint nick
like number two, i’m the sh*t, motivate me, yeah, i know you n*ggas p*ss
fully done cl!cked the switch (shee), situation got physical
you in there blowin’ bag knowin’ d*mn well your rent was due
i should smack you upside your head, d*mn fool
i go everywhere, elmers, got this b*tch glued

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