I tell em this is my comeback I dont care if its your wife you can run that Tell that other fool get a duncecap Talkin bout how hes livin well I does that And I run rap, So I bun that Inhale to my lungs black And my last jam locked off the airwaves big so my hands Out lookin.. where the funds at? Rob Kelly Im a boss I tell a chick like this get lost And there aint enough room in the spotlight so could ya Please get off Mr Lock off the dancehall, girls them shock out on the dancefloor So dont talk about hes got skills Hes alright but hes not real Chorus If I cant have you, I dont want knowbody baby Boy its got to be you I dont need no substitute I need the real thing I been holdin on, I been lookin for the real thing Waiting patiently I never stopped believing, say Im chasing Rainbows living in a dream, boy youre still my fantasy Im never giving in Ill tell you why If I cant have you, I dont want knowbody baby Boy its got to be you I dont need no substitute I need the real thing I wanna wifey, but a good one Like salpa but a hood one Georgia Fuck a Rolex I got a FLUD one And my weapon of choice is a spudgun And I wave it a hoodlum so dont be dumb dun I give one one o per cent out of a tonne when Im goin in hard with a Young one Rob Kelly Im the king, I can do it in the bar or the ring And I really dont care if thats your bird cos I go hard in the thing Mr lock up your daughters, bring another lamb to the slaughter Im only saying how I feel, hes alright but hes not real
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