| Say whatcha want
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| Say whatcha you will
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| But I ain’t leaving this house
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| Without my baby
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| Say whatcha want
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| Say whatcha you will
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| But I ain’t leaving this house
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| Without my baby
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| Your mother she said
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| I don’t have a steady job
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| But the songs I play
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| Will put food on our table
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| Your father he said
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| That I don’t go to church
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| That I was soil? |
| looking?
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| And? |
| make? |
| her? |
| able? |
| (Hey)
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| And your brother he put
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| His hand on a rifle, and said
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| Boy I will kill you
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| If you come here again
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| Well he has those big arms
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| He’s six foot five
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| And he stood in front of me
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| With those vicious eyes, and I said
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| Pull me to the ground
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| Beat me up
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| But I ain’t leaving this house
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| Without my baby
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| Pull me to the ground
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| Beat me up
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| But I ain’t leaving this house
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| Without my baby
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| Say whatcha want
|
| Say whatcha you will
|
| But I ain’t leaving this house
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| Without my baby
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| Pull me to the ground
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| Beat me up
|
| But I ain’t leaving this house
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| Without my baby |