| What you mad 'bout now?
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| I’m parked outside the house with my rag top down
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| I’m just tryna ride around with you
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| I ain’t tryna argue 'bout why I ain’t been calling you
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| What you mad 'bout now?
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| I’m parked outside the house with my rag top down
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| I’m just tryna ride around with you
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| I ain’t tryna argue 'bout why I ain’t been…
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| You know I adore you
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| You know I would do anything for you
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| Realize that you loyal, baby I applaud you
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| Yeah I got more than a few
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| But they know the difference between them and you
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| Yet you still tripping, what else can I do?
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| Ain’t I had something with me when I first met you
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| And I still get you
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| Put forth the effort
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| Shows you I was better
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| But you still stressing my acquaintances
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| First class flight attendant
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| Five star restaurant, waitresses, supermodels dancing with crazy chips
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| Strippers who count up their bucks while they play my shit
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| Rolling up all of that I’ve done
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| And I’m probably not done
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| But still in my heart girl, I feel like you the one
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| Yeah I guess I’m selfish
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| I want them when I want 'em
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| But I need you every evening, every night, every morning
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| Said you want a nigga to keep it real
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| Yet you cry your eyes out any time I tell you how it is
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| How it really is
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| What you mad 'bout now?
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| I’m parked outside the house with my rag top down
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| I’m just tryna ride around with you
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| I ain’t tryna argue 'bout why I ain’t been calling you
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| What you mad 'bout now?
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| What you sad 'bout now? |