| You don’t know nothing 'bout me
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| How you just coming at me with your game
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| Just you wait and see, boy
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| One day you’re just so nice and sweet
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| And then just wanna play me
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| Check yourself 'Cause you ain’t all you seem to be
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| Aiyo forever my lady, hold me down with the .380
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| Love is shitty but it’s all gravy baby
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| Caramel complexion is crazy, opposite of lazy
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| Swing low on the daisy, only if my honeycomb blaze me
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| Stop breaking my balls, 9th Prince stands tall
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| Always there when you call before you walked out of court
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| You broke my gold album, snapped it on the wall
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| Girlfriends' jealous, praying for our downfall
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| Spending nights out of state wearing Victoria Secret Lingerie Reminisced about
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| our first day
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| We made love, off old school Kay Slay mixtapes
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| Even though we fight you never change a heart of my shipmate
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| Baby girl holding weight like Trina, Jewellery shopping in Medina with the Nina,
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| charged with a misdemeanor
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| More cleaner than Cleopatra, tell me have you seen her?
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| Ballet classes in the arena like ballerina
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| I really fiend for her body, spending dollars like Bill Cosby
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| Keeping you happy is my hobby
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| But still you say I’m sloppy
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| If love was a crime you’d be charged with heart robbery
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| Holiday Inn, platinum skins, you my best friend
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| We a combination like juice and gin, Mercedes Benz
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| I’m about to blow like wind, copped a big house on the low
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| Out in Gaten Island, baby boo you wilding
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| You think you can catch up to me
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| My power is your destiny
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| It’s my game, I’m gonna make you see
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| Boy you don’t know nothing 'bout me
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| So you won’t be coming at me
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| With your fool ways, you hear me when I say
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| 9th Prince used to be a heartbreaker, now I’m the Undertaker
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| Baby girl keep getting paper, one day we’ll be making love in the skyscraper
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| My Foolish Ways made you a hater
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| Found phone numbers from Octavia and Fantasia
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| Caught my holding hands with A’isha
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| Your little sister blew me up like Skytel pager
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| Calling me out my name like the ____
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| Every man is a dog, it ain’t the same, like P.R., who’s to blame?
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| Love is like crack cocaine, get addicted to the wicked games
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| Crafted into the hall of shame
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| With your birthday how you want it, Kawasaki or Mazurati?
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| Never could stand you dancing with other brothers in parties
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| You made me jealous hanging with the Goodfellas
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| Ain’t nothing no one could tell us, big as the secret lovers
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| Long hair, brown skin like Donna Summers
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| Baby girl you’re my Wonder Woman, Wonder Woman |