| Bitch, don’t steal my man
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| He’s got a weakness for girls like you
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| We both know you can
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| But I really need him more than you
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| You’re a supermodel, shaped just like a bottle
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| He could run his fingers through your hair
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| I bet you’re a good time
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| But don’t you know he’s mine?
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| I was runnin' 'round for a minute
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| But he’s the only one who can get it
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| So bitch, don’t steal my man
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| He’s got a weakness for girls like you
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| We both know you can
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| But I really need him more than you
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| Maybe I can fake it
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| Fake it 'til you make it
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| I can’t do that, I’m not normal
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| I can’t praise, I’ll be cordial
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| Got a mouth just like a trucker
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| I can’t even be a lady
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| Out in public for my mother, motherfucker
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| But bitch, don’t steal my man
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| He’s got a weakness for girls like you
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| We both know you can
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| But I really need him more than you
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| I won’t blame him if he leaves me for you, oh
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| I won’t even blame him if one day he runs off with you
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| Bitch, don’t steal my man
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| He’s got a weakness for girls like you
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| We both know you can
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| But I really need him more than you
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| Yeah
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| Oh, oh-oh
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| Oh, oh, oh
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| Don’t steal my man
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| Bitch, don’t steal my man
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| Don’t steal my man |