| Excuse me
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| Do you know me
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| Why you hollering at me
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| Looking at me up and down around
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| Just like you own me and control me
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| But my tick is ticking louder every second
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| That you’re breathing
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| That shit on me, all up on me
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| So don’t D-I-S-R-E-S-P-E-C-T all of dat
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| Playa madness on me
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| You’re not my daddy
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| I’m not in da mood
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| Tick boom, 'cuz I be feelin' that
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| Tick boom, tell me where my people’s at
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| Just 'cuz your rollin' on your twenty-twos
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| And you’re thuggin' with your iced-up attitude
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| Tic boom boy, you gots to turn around
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| Tick boom’cuz my fuse’s burnin' down
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| Know what you be thinkin' with your hungry eyes
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| You wanna ride my thighs and say goodbye
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| Pay attention Mr. Mention
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| Da way you honking da horn, were you born just to
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| Bring me tension to my dimension
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| But any
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| MondayTuesdayWednesdayThursdayFridaySaturdaySunday
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| My selection of affection
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| Will never be a playa only thinkin' bout
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| Da state of his erection
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| My suggestion is to back da fuck up
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| Tick boom, 'cuz I be feelin' that
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| Tick boom, tell me where my people’s at
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| Just 'cuz your rollin' on your twenty-twos
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| And you’re thuggin' with your iced-up attitude
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| Tic boom boy, you gots to turn around
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| Tick boom’cuz my fuse’s burnin' down
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| Know what you be thinkin' with your hungry eyes
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| You wanna ride my thighs and say goodbye
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| Don’t waste my time
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| With your lines
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| Don’t kill my vibe
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| With your lies |