| I want it bad
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| I want it bad
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| I want it bad
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| I want it
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| Back then they didn’t want me
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| Now I’m hot, yo, they all up on me
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| Back then I didn’t want them
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| All they chatter sound so phoney
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| All they chatter still sound so phoney
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| I want it bad, a tenderoni
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| A little homey that’ll show me
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| How to know me. |
| I don’t know me
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| 30k in the air, looking below me
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| People say they know me, I don’t even know me, mostly
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| I don’t even want a roley want a shorty rocking mostly dosey
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| She rock mostly dosey, holy moly
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| No baloney, she don’t want to know me
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| Toni, Toni, Toni
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| Well, she a poet, so words is her playthings
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| Y’all know Heems, well this the same thing
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| She mostly write, though, I get paid to say things
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| I talk about them, she be making paintings
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| Sometimes we talk about vain things
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| Lame things, you know, hackers, the main frame?
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| We make a commotion, all the glimmer
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| We at the beach, she the best swimmer
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| Feel it in ya, feel it with you
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| No tension, never issues
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| Never need tissues, never dismiss you
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| Never diss you then write letters because I miss you
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| Just kiss you
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| I want it bad, yo, I try to keep busy
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| Liquid heart when you kiss me
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| My heart turn liquid, my heart go stupid
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| My heart go dumb, my heart go ham
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| My heart go numb |