Cam'ron - Lonely lyrics

Baby, Yessss, I hear u, UN, Uh, Babyy please don't you leave me lonely, Never, Please, don't you leave me lonely you know the life is like my wife. Leave you? Where the do that at? [Verse 1 Vado] Uh, GW cross Bridging, Fort Lee livin Edgewater, River Road, GT ignition MTV Cribs, Phillippe in the kitchen If I can't get it, ????? in prison Uhhuh , yaeyo Dealer the streets fiending Connects be 80 old n***as, Don't speak English Get my pay roll bigger I keep Scheeming Sayin you a radio k**er? keep dreaming 5 dollar speak, ya talk cheap On or off beat, bars up like Wall Street, YESSSS Knicks game floor seats, Nate Rob scores 3 GTS Porsche jeep, big grill like Horse teeth HUUUUUH, Always been swag, pimp, fly Leather Burberry bucket with the plaid inside me Looking like JaRule when he crashed his ride Was screaming out my Boo, she look back and replied [Hook] PLease don't ypu leave me lonely I won't, I won't Please don't you leave me lonely, I'm here for you baby Please don't you leave me lonely, I won't, I won't I'm here for you mamma [Verse 2 Vado] You screaming she a hottie, to me she probably luke warm Need that Bugatti, page 12 out the DuPont HUUUUUh, clean you up like a new born If I don't do Mascata, shot of Baji at the Juice Bar HUUUUUUUUUUUH, I got veto friends, c-notes is all I see like a Cee-lo win When I ride thru Harlem I dont need no Benz, na Same Jeep Duh Duh man drove Nino in Far from a new jack, finishes a new pack Like Ice T crib, one bu*ton will push your roof back Smooth cat, been hustlin thats a true fact Used to go to school with a pocket full and loose Cracks YESSSSSS The game shaky, got some loose screws Hard to tighten when n***as providin them like who's who? Did the Skate King, I had a few NuNu's Rather get hit with a .45 than a deuce deuce. whoooooo [Hook] [Verse 3 Cam'Ron] KIllla, V12, UN k**lla Yall singin like Eric Clapton, me im forever clapping Never slacking, Velvet napkin Jeff ???????????????, leather action f** whatever happen, .44 Beretta packing Whether any weather wherever, from a clever faction NO fiction not Nas its so written My old pigeon Rodey box ?? the gold ribbion Where im from check The sky, no ribbon Dope fiends, crack houses, coke kitchens Go getters we go getting, we robbin with no givings All this from low living, no wisdom So sickening, life, d**h, no difference No severance pay, on the road hitching Ain't trippin, f** a trick, s** a dick Find another clique to go burn rubbers with I get bread, bricks, white, green, red chips But when she left said thissssssssssss [Hook]