| I jumped up, got my coat and walked right out of the door
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| Because she got a little bit crazy
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| I don’t want no deranged lady
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| That’ll have a nigga sleepin' under daisies
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| I don’t want another insane lover
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| Cuttin' on my rubber
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| Houndin' me just to tell her I love her
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| Gotta give it to them big butt girls
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| The ones that don’t give a fuck
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| «Just-wanna-bust-nut» girls
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| When them feelings involved
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| Now you playin' with fire
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| Gotta let 'em know from the gate
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| Man, you ain’t tellin' no lies
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| I just wanna (touch that)
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| I just wanna (couple times)
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| I just wanna (no ties)
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| Can a thugsta hit that there?
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| No need to blow me up one day, we right back here
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| Doin' what we do, I see you like that there
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| Baby girl, let me just keep this fair
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| You do you and I’ll do me
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| Can we do it, do it like that?
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| Keep it creepin', creepin'
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| Yes they say it’s better than sneakin', sneakin'
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| But when it’s all over, it’s just over
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| No knives or policemen
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| Now me and her been rollin' together
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| Now for quite some time
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| And she been naggin' a nigga
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| The whole damn ride
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| When I first met the girl
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| Everything was all good
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| She grew up around my way
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| So hey, the love was all hood
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| So I figured it was cool
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| And we could do this
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| And, plus she had a booty
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| That was sicker than lupus
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| I had to scoop it
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| Anyway, we started hangin' out
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| And talkin' on the phone mo'
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| And before you know
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| We on her floor doin' the Grown Folk
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| Everything was cool, y’all
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| We had it plain and simple
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| She wasn’t my broad, and I wasn’t her man
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| More like «homie-lover-friends»
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| She said she understand
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| But I can’t tell she comprehend
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| Cause she keyin' on my Benz
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| While I’m sleepin', she be creepin' on me
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| Sneakin' in my pockets
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| Lookin' for numbers in my phone
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| And condoms in my wallet
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| Then she overdid it
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| This bitch pointed a pistol at me
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| Talkin' about «We need to talk»
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| Cause she ain’t happy
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| So shit…
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| Little sweet thang
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| She love to floss
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| Clothes to her lip gloss
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| Makin' hard thugs turn soft
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| Lookin' like Diana Ross
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| Slim, sweet and sexy
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| Something like a little sister
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| 'Til the day I messed around and tried to kiss her (damn)
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| To be so skinny, baby girl had a nice round ass
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| I used to stay two steps behind her while I walked her to class
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| Back in school, a nigga’s mission was to fuck 'em and flee
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| But I was young, so I let her get close to me
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| And I was kinda in love
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| Everyday a nigga wit' her
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| After school a nigga wit' her
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| At the mall takin' pictures
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| All the while I got my niggas sayin' I’m breakin up the group
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| I’m out here missin' my rehearsals
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| Cause I’m tryin' to knock boots
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| She ain’t even let me hit it
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| Got me talkin' about commitment
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| Got me climbin' through the window
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| Won’t even let me get it
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| Last thing that she said
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| Snapped me back to reality
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| We in the 12th grade
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| Talkin' about «you wanna marry me?» |