| She got that ba-da-buh-da
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| Your girl ain’t gotta know I hit ya last night
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| I was all over your body goin ba-da-buh-da
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| Dame be such a hottie
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| Yo she’s lookin over here but she won’t get it out me y’all
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| Shake it off, that’s how you play it off
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| Shake it off, that’s how you play it off
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| Not now, no you can’t take it off
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| But play it off, she won’t know a damn thing
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| I play it off 'til it’s played out
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| I had her motherfuckin ass on the couch, honey laid out
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| She hintin around at gettin ate out
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| I know I’m spaced out (yeah) but the shit sound way out
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| So I had to take a playa out, switch up my whurrabouts
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| Cause she was tryin to turn a playa out
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| And plus she know a nigga blazed out
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| And lil' mama gon' crack a window, let the haze out
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| She said she loves that stroke
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| Keep on her heels and her coat
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| Then she say she loves my moves
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| And the way I do, what I do
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| She got that ba-da-buh-da
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| Gotta make, sure, I don’t get attached
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| That ba-da-buh-da
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| But it keeps, on, bringin me back
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| The Sun sick a triflin, so sick he have ya snifflin
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| Plus the chains like the nigga Slick Rick an' them
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| We had pick of them, strictly all dimensions and
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| Not to mentionin the Benjamins is thickenin
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| And now it’s like a odyssey when she sayin hi to me
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| She eat the dick, then she cry when she gotta leave
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| Bye, bye, you gotta go now (yeah)
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| My girl, just, pulled up outside
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| Just know the whole hood is lookin at you
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| So don’t let your girl catch you
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| So have your story right, on how we met
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| Just have your story right, and don’t never forget
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| You need your story right, cause she’ll be upset
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| Her inner feelings’ll be disrespect, but
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| Story right
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| (Just know the whole hood is lookin at you)
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| Story right
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| (So don’t let your girl catch you)
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| Story right. |