| I can’t take your attitude
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| Boy who the hell are you
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| Walkin' around like your on somethin
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| When the truth is not at all (truth is not at all)
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| Gave you all my credit cards so you could hit the mall
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| Still you complain sayin' things tryna make me feel small
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| So, who the hell are you
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| Tryin' to make me cry
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| I need to know why
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| Thinkin' that your the shit
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| You really and shit to do me like this
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| So who the hell are you
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| Tryin' to bring me down
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| «Lemme» Put you down…
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| I’m not with this, lemme show you how it is So baby on the real you ain’t nobody
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| To ever try to make me feel this way (way)
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| You are so lame boy… you better ask somebody
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| Looks like I’ll have to take my love away
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| Why you wanna curse at me (me)
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| Call me all out my name (name)
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| Watch yourself playa you don’t wanna see it get ugly (ugly)
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| Why don’t you get a job?
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| Really it ain’t that hard
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| Instead of doing things go bug me x2 to fade
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| You ain’t nobody to me so
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| That’s why it’s easy to leave you
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| Pack all your shit, I don’t need you
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| And that’s on the real dude
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| You swear that you a real thug then
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| Come around my way you gets nothing
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| Don’t even think about lovin' (my love)
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| You gets nothing! |