| «When it starts to happen…
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| Looks like one of those days»
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| Looks like one of those days
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| «When it starts to happen…»
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| Yeah, yo…
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| «It starts to happen, girl…»
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| What the fuck’s up? |
| Attitude switch like the weather
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| Confrontation at one minute, the next minute better
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| Let her get her shit together, I ain’t tryin' to say nothin'
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| Cause she obviously bleedin' out her pussy or somethin'
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| Real irrational, quick to pick fights all bitch-like
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| 'Bout to kick her out the whip, make the bitch hitchhike (Fuck outta here)
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| She flips like I should understand her pain
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| But she won’t talk about it and she can’t explain
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| Two sides to her gettin' it, the size of her bigger tits
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| But the downside is she cries over little shit
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| So fuckin' sick of it, that gets ugly
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| And the yappin' bugs me and it happens monthly and I…
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| Know we about to clash
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| When I see them li’l tampon wrappers in the trash (Uh oh)
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| It’s enough to make a man put a gun to his brains
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| I shouldn’t have to explain, it’s just one of those days
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| «When it starts to happen…
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| Looks like one of those days»
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| It’s just one of them days
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| «When it starts to happen…
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| It starts to happen, girl»
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| Probably think I’m with another girl, droppin' her drawers
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| When I shop at the mall, so you’re blockin' your calls
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| You’re so persistent, heard a girl’s voice in the distance
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| No that ain’t chickens, it’s sales assistants
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| You’re so suspicious, you know some bitches
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| Who sayin' that they know me and know my business
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| Even if I tell you I’mma visit my mom
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| You think I’m trickin' you and trickin' on some chick in a thong
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| How long can this go on before I say «So long»
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| This whole shit’s prolonged, I got a beep, hold on
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| You’re flippin', sayin' if I click over shit’s over
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| I guess it’s one of them days where you’re fuckin' insane
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| Cause you ain’t really got nothin' to say
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| At home with your imagination runnin' away
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| Don’t be surprised when you call if my number got changed
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| So think before you speak when it’s one of them days
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| She’s like, «Buy me this and buy me that»
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| Think I got dough like I’m supplyin' crack
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| Never comply with that, my reply to that:
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| Better start lookin' for another guy for that
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| Now I agree once in a while to make you smile
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| But 24/7 trickin' just ain’t my style
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| Repeats the same shit like a CD that skips
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| Tryin' to beg for them chips, little greedy ass bitch
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| Yeah I know how it sounds, like Ap’s so mad
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| But she only seems glad when I’m buyin' her a bag
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| Little crab in the crib, tryin' to play all sad
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| Sure I’ll give you some money… for a cab
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| If we tryin' to get ass then don’t say this too quick
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| But never too fast to receive a few chips
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| They all about cash or lookin' for new dicks
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| So it’s just one of them days, find a new chick
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| «When it starts to happen…
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| Looks like one of those days» (echoes) |