| Tell him something
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| Say whatever you think he’d wanna hear girl
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| If it don’t come between me, you and this mirror girl
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| I don’t care girl
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| Just tell him something
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| Tell him something
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| Tell him something
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| Let him know a real nigga is fuckin you
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| But that’ll probably make you feel uncomfortable
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| Whatchu gonna do?
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| Tell him something
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| Tell him something
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| It’s crazy, it’s crazy
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| How he got your brain
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| But his body don’t do a damn thing for you
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| Now oh baby, oh baby
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| Been trying to get away
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| Cause you know I do the things he won’t do
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| You can tell him that we best of friends, or we just met
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| Tell him that you hate my guts, that was just sex
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| Can say we never kissed, those were just pecks
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| Tell him put your phone down, that was just a text
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| Or, tell him you cherish our bond on the weekly
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| Or how you jump in my arms when you see me
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| Tell him I threw on the charm it was easy
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| It’s to the point now where your mom wanna meet me
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| Tell him I think you’re beautiful
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| Tell him all the wild shit that I do to you
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| Would he approve of that? |
| Or would his world be shattered?
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| And if you didn’t care would it really matter?
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| Wait, could say it ain’t the ride or the whips
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| But tell him the size of the ship
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| Or, just tell him you were tired of his shit
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| And I reminded you of how live it gets
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| Tell him you don’t feel appreciated
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| Tell him with me it’s alleviated
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| Incomparable
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| How I do things that he wouldn’t dare to do
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| Or act like I don’t care to take it there with you
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| Wait, as a matter a fact
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| Tell him he could be mad at the fact,
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| You finally met a nigga that ain’t mad at your past
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| Or tell him he can be mad at the past
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| You get his call and he asks what you doing just say, «With your friends»
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| And while you on that phone waiting for him to hang up, girl, I’ll be here
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| Ready to take over
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| Your body’s yearning for what he can’t give
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| And I know just how y’all’s story gon' end
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| Once I give it to you, babe
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| Tell him you mourn him, tell him you’re on it, tell him you can’t see,
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| your life without me
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| Tell him he’s deaded now, all because I’m alive
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| Tell him it’s wetter now and you love it when I’m inside
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| Tell him you like your hair pulled, tell him you like my tongue there
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| Tell him in detail, make sure you not unclear cause he gotta know,
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| cause he gotta know |