| Shit, I’ve been a player
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| I ain’t ever had a girl before
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| And there ain’t ever been a time where I worried more
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| Thinking like «Should I call less or call more?»
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| And «What if I ain’t really got nothing to call for?»
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| But I just wanna talk
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| Brotha’s call get ignored
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| I automatically think that she dont love me no more
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| When she could be busy or sleeping
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| But me being me
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| I accuse her ass of creepin'
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| Its on a niggas mind all the time
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| I ain’t leaving
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| I’m falling somewhere where getting out ain’t easy
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| She know just what to say to have a nigga straight feenin'
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| We ain’t even have sex yet
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| And I ain’t even feenin'
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| I ain’t even thinking
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| Just saying what I feel
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| I ain’t even thinking
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| So I’m saying what’s real
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| But this shit is too real
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| Trippin' ain’t fun
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| She say she’s done at 9:00
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| I’ll hit her at 9:01
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| Like nigga give her some time
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| You’re supposed to be the one
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| Now I’m losing my edge
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| Especially when I’m drunk
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| I send her a text message
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| Tell her that she’s «the one»
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| She don’t reply on my time
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| I’ll tell her to get the fuck
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| Then I try to apologize
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| She ain’t answering her phone
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| Then I text her ass again and again
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| Say I’m gone
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| I’m trippin' like a bitch
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| What the fuck is going on?
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| I’m trippin' like a bitch
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| What the fuck is going on, man?
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| Shit, man, I gotta stop trippin' on you
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| But for some reason, man, im thinking that you’re creepin' on me
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| And shit, man, I gotta stop trippin' on you
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| But I love you
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| That’s the reason that im flipping on you
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| And shit, man I gotta stop trippin' on you
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| Even my partners tell me «Chill, man, you’re trippin' homie»
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| And shit, I know I gotta stop trippin' on you
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| Before you do some crazy shit
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| And start cheating on me… forreal
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| Man, I bet she don’t call either
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| I Bet she don’t think that I’m about to leave her
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| I bet she’s probably thinking that I really need her
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| I bet she have an excuse
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| I bet i’ll believe her
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| I bet she probably thinks she did nothing wrong
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| I bet she says her phone ringer wasn’t on
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| I bet she says she had to put the kid to sleep
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| And I bet she thinking «Damn, man, this nigga weak»
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| I bet she tells her friends «I got that nigga locked»
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| I bet she’s thinking all my player shit done stopped
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| It did
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| But I don’t like the fact she knows that
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| I’m trippin' in this bitch
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| And I don’t like that she knows that
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| Just know that
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| I bet you when I leave she’ll realize
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| I bet you when I leave i’ll be alive
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| I bet you she ain’t even been messing around
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| And I bet she probably thinks that I’m messing around
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| So, Is she with me for me
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| Or just the comfort
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| Of having somebody around that’s about to conquer
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| The world
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| Man, these thoughts got me going bonkers
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| Man, I wish I never met her
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| But still I love her
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| Damn
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| Man, I gotta stop trippin' on you
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| But for some reason, man, im thinking that you’re creepin' on me
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| And shit, man, I gotta stop trippin' on you
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| But I love you
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| That’s the reason that im flipping on you
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| And shit, man I gotta stop trippin' on you
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| Even my partners tell me «Chill, man, you’re trippin' homie»
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| And shit, I know I gotta stop trippin' on you
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| Before you do some crazy shit
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| And start cheating on me… forreal
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| My niggas in my ear saying every girls the same
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| But my girl’s proven to me every girl ain’t
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| And I’m so used to being let down
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| I expect it
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| And she’s so used to being beat down
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| She expects it
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| She says if we don’t work out
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| That she’s through with love
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| I tell her «Don't say 'if'
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| Cause we ain’t giving up»
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| Her birthdays tomorrow
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| I can’t attend the function
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| Cause if I show up
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| It’s no longer a function
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| Everybody wants an autograph and a picture
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| But I just wanna be there
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| To share these moments with you
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| I understand you don’t want that type of attention
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| But you can’t hide me
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| Cause this is just the beginning
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| And you told me you was ready
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| You lied to me
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| And I told you I was ready when you cried to me
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| Told You Ima Miss you while I’m tryin to make a difference
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| But you taking my vision
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| While I’m chasing my dream
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| I’m out here chasing the cream for us
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| So we can live better
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| So you and your baby girl can have that real cheddar
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| You know that real cheddar
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| Why don’t you call me so I feel better?
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| Please
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| Man, I gotta stop trippin' on you
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| But this the type of shit that makes me think you’re creepin' on me
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| And shit, I know I gotta stop trippin' on you
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| But I love you
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| That’s the reason that im flipping on you
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| And shit, man I’m tryna stop trippin' on you
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| Even my partners tell me «Chill, man, you’re trippin' homie»
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| And shit, I know I gotta stop trippin' on you
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| Before you do some crazy shit
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| And start cheating on me… forreal |