| Oh, ooh, whoa
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Word is that I was tripping
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| You’re looking so fly, dripping
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| Those loafers I bought you last week
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| You know the one’s, green, suede Gucci
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| Got off of work early one day
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| Went to the mall to get a shirt to match your suede
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| But when I pulled into the driveway
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| You was hearing her shout
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| And looking my way babe
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| 1 — Why you keep trying to come home
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| When you know you got another girl that you want
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| And you keep blowing up my cellular phone
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| Trying to come home, home
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| Caught you on my caller i. |
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| Remember so you can chase after me
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| Why you keep blowing my cellular phone
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| You’re tyring to come home, home
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| You must have thought just maybe
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| Trying to be lying doing Eddie Murphy
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| But I saw you minute, and I saw her one minute
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| You was lip locked one minute, could it be?
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| And I guess it wasn’t you who spent the time with me
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| And I guess it wasn’t you who had them set of keys
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| And it damn sure wasn’t you
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| Who was trying to get up on me, seven days a week
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| Believe me it’s not easy
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| You can tell me what you want
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| Just pack your things and gitty up
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| Don’t make me call the fuzz and make complaints
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| I’ll make you wish you would shrink
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| You can tell me what you want
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| Just pack your things and gitty up
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| You can go back to your ways
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| And leave me here, you’ll get replaced |