| If you wanna be a man, you better learn to obey!
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| Yeah!
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| I put these things on my boobs, I try to tell you what to do
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| Get your boy-toy under control, free my soul, free my soul
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| You gotta test the testes of love, so whip it out boy, and put on that glove
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| Slave boy, why don’t you listen to me?
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| 'Cause I got a ton of money
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| I’ll make you love me with my big strong hands
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| So do your duty and act like a man
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| I made it through on my knees, Poppa, don’t preach my pink undies
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| I like to let it all hang out, I’m dancin', baby, 'cause I know how
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| You gotta test the testes of love, so whip it out boy, and put on that glove
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| Slave boy, why don’t you listen to me?
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| 'Cause I got a ton of money
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| I’ll make you love me with my big strong hands
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| So do your duty and act like a man.
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| Make you a man with a slap of my hand
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| Make you a man with a slap of my hand
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| Make you a man with a slap… SLAP
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| Gotta tie you up to get down
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| Gotta tie you up to get down
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| Gotta tie you up to get down
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| Gotta tie you up to get down
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| Gotta tie you up…
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| Peach pit baby!
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| Slave boy, why don’t you listen to me?
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| 'Cause I got a ton of money
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| I’ll make you love me with my big strong hands
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| So do your duty and act like a man.
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| Act like a man
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| Act like a man, boy |