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Artist：sean price
Songs Title：heartburn
I love selling nicks at night go home to my son
Roll a spliff and watch Nick at Nite
I love it when my b**ch cook come home
To a hot meal it's not real the b**ch can't cook
I love them bullets I sent you
You know what's up I'm broke as f**k and ni**a the rent due
I love my moms and the ** habit
I love a double jointed b**ch up in my craft splattered
I love snatching niggaz jewels up on the mass transit
I love busting in ya mouth I know you can't stand it
I love it
I love it when you bob ya head to this
At the same time giving the God head in the whip
I love it when I'm wit wifey you say nothing
Right under her nose I'm right under your clothes
And I love it
In my heart y'all （I got heartburn）
And just enough to make 'em stop uh-huh
Only take us on the path - P
So it is on your mind - and again
I love fist fights with brass knuckles
I love to get right with the 5th and make ya a** buckle po-po
I love mushrooms I love to puff boom
Love living with you though it ain't much room
I love when you say my song is corny
At the same time huggin' my nuts the god stay horny
I love to flow dog tell me about it the hoes
I love it raw dog tell these are violets you know
I love Martin Luther I love Malcolm X
Love Knotts Landing love Falcon's Crest
I love wallabies I love trees just as much
As I love collard greens and cheese b**ch I love it
I love to punch street niggaz
Rude awaken food is taken blun street niggaz
Ya'll motherf**kers phony the father told me
To knock y'all niggaz out quick then Antonio Tarber
Show me ya dollar ni**a I'll show you the llama
The bullet blow throw holes through your armor blam blam
Damn fam you f**king with a grown a** man
Couldn't picture my life different on Kodak cams
See I'm on your block in a tore backed van
Jumped out with a new gun hold that fam
Bah Sean Price past present and future
Better late than never whatever I see you I shoot you
I love ya
