| Tell you that I love you just to make you stay
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| You tell me I’m toxic but you love me that way, that way
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| And, girl, I be missin' you, but just not today
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| I really miss kissin' you, girl, what’s the play? |
| What’s the play?
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| Hit you up on the late nights just to chill
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| You say you poppin' Perkies, let’s pop a pill
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| They say, «It's for my anxiety,» yeah
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| You are for my sobriety, yeah, yeah
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| Oh-oh, oh-oh
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| Oh-oh, oh-oh
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| Let me pop up at your crib
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| Let me show you what it is
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| Let me give yo' ass the biz, the biz
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| I really hate to play this way
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| You know that my love is fake
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| My intentions are real
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| But you never know what they is
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| You never know what they is
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| Tellin' you lies, li-li-li-lies, straight to yo' face
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| I’m a flirt, I’m a jerk, and you know it
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| Never been to a buzz, I always had an exponent, oh
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| Hit you up, like
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| Let me pop up at your crib
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| Let me show you what it is
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| Let me give yo' ass the biz, the biz
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| I really hate to play this way
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| You know that my love is fake
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| My intentions are real
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| But you never know what they is
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| You never know what they is
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| Tellin' you lies, li-li-li-lies, straight to yo' face
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| (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
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| (Ooh, ooh —) |