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Domestic Violence Lyrics

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Too $hort : Domestic Violence Lyrics

Songwriters: Banks, Anthony; Shaw, Todd Anthony; Stevens, Earl Thomas;

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It be her friends nigga that's who
It be your bitch friends nigga they be
Nigga they be all up in your mix nigga
I don't even, ay nigga she don't love you nigga
She just used to you nigga, oh boy

I can't tell but I need to know just how you feel
I can't hold it inside I've got my pride so tell me what's the deal
(What's the deal?)
Is it love, or just could it be, that you're used to me?
(She used to you nigga!)
It's been some time but you're still on my mind, so baby talk to me

You took her she went from the ghetto streets
To executive streets electronic beeps, two-way pagers, Palm 7's, M-11's
Illegal weapons, mesmerized by the dope game
Smith & Wesson's, never went back for seconds

Sprung
Not on yo' dick dick but on yo' tongue tongue
Jealous overprotective
E'ry chance you get, you slack bruh

Domestic violence, she got you whylin'
Do yo' thang, I don't understand how you get mad
'Cause you fuck around to beat her ass
And she don't wanna be around you

Now you miss her lil' funky ass breath in the mornin'
Call her up, tell her how you want it
To be in love you gotta pay yo' dues
The bitch got you singin' the blues, nigga

I can't tell but I need to know just how you feel
I can't hold it inside I've got my pride so tell me what's the deal
Is it love, or just could it be, that you're used to me?
It's been some time but you're still on my mind, so baby talk to me

Domestic violence, that's what they call it
You don't smoke weed and you ain't a alcoholic
Ain't nothin' wrong, with bein' in love
But you act like a fool when you see her in the club

It's like me and my money, can't stay away
Together, twenty-fo' hours a day
Real love but can you tell if it's real?
Bitch you better tell me how you feel

L U V, luv, backwards that spells evil
Connivin', triflin' ass people
Uhh, kinda soda
Wife beater tank top, restrainin' order

All up in her kitchen
But have you noticed how she fuck different
It ain't the crevice that you wanna shank
It's me, fat bank take little bank, beoitch

I can't tell but I need to know just how you feel
I can't hold it inside I've got my pride so tell me what's the deal
Is it love, or just could it be, that you're used to me?
It's been some time but you're still on my mind, so baby talk to me

I was in the jungle, Marin City
Get some butt she set me up and never let me fuck
It's about approximately 20 minutes past the hour
I'm in the Eddie Bauer

It's so comfortable, we can't fuck around no mo'
You makin' deals, you need to clown that ho
But you forgive her, can't live with her
Can't live without her but you doubt her

Love, sometimes spells catastrophe
Elizabeth, Marcia, Daphne
He wanted mo' sex
The bitch stole his Rolex

You know why? The bitch shouldn'ta been trusted
Do you wanna love her? Do you wanna fuck the bitch?
Makes no difference, handle yo' business
If it ain't love, then what the fuck is this?

I can't tell but I need to know just how you feel
I can't hold it inside I've got my pride so tell me what's the deal
Is it love, or just could it be, that you're used to me?
It's been some time but you're still on my mind, so baby talk to me