| She claim that she loved me
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| But I don’t trust her
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| Young damsel in distress
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| She thinks I’m a sucka
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| Quick to deceive me
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| Thinking I was blind like Stevie
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| I didn’t wonder
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| Or care
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| If she was a lady of the evening
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| Not my lady no lady
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| Gon' disrespect me
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| I’m a true ND
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| Got a Nasty Dogg Pedigree
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| My polo socks
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| They
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| Match my polo drawers
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| My balls and my words
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| They match
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| Big and tall
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| So listen, jezebel
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| You think your shit don’t smell
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| You and a goldfish
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| Only thing
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| Got a similar smell
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| I ain’t trying to find Nemo
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| Looking for no Square Pants
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| I get a massage, happy ending
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| Or a lap dance
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| If I choose
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| That’s my choice
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| I’m a grown-ass man
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| I don’t answer to nobody
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| I respect laws and land
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| Put my hands on no woman
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| But a bitch i’ll backhand
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| Cuz they quick to sell you out
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| To the cops or another man
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| She tell me she love me
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| But I don’t believe her
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| She say that she want me
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| But I don’t need her
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| Try to pick a fight
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| Every time that I’m leaving
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| And when we separate
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| She always tells me I’m cheating
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| But you tell me you love me
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| (Love me, love me)
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| She’s quick to tell me she love me
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| (Love me, love me)
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| But your actions say otherwise
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| You better try and run them lines
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| On them other guys
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| Can’t deny your fine
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| Hot like summertime
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| But my mind is wise
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| I see thru the signs
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| I’m so hood I know
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| You think I’m up to no good
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| Like if a bitch tossed that ass
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| I’ll be all for it
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| Remind you
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| I don’t remember telling you I’m yours
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| But all the bickering and fighting
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| Is uncalled for
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| Love is pure
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| The highest form of understanding
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| So how you love me
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| But we never have an understanding
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| I don’t even hit
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| When they pitch it underhanded
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| You just insecure cuz I’m
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| Highly recommended
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| I ain’t with pretending
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| So I’mma have to end it
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| Find out you reaching out to niggas
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| And your finished
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| It don’t have to be mine
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| They can have custody
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| Just fuck me and
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| Oh yeah, don’t tell me you love me
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| She tell me she love me
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| But I don’t believe her
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| She say that she want me
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| But I don’t need her
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| Try to pick a fight
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| Every time that I’m leaving
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| And when we separate
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| She always tells me I’m cheating
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| But you tell me you love me
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| (Love me, love me)
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| She’s quick to tell me she love me
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| (Love me, love me) |