| It’s kinda hard saying this shit to your face
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| So I do it over snares and bass
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| Music take me away
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| (I got to hold on, hold on to my receipt
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| Yeah, to redeem your love, that’s exactly what I need)
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| Young broad
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| I know you love me like you never loved
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| You know you couldn’t find a better thug
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| And, uh
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| You been peepin' me since I was younger
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| So young
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| That you even called me your little brother
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| But I’m all grown up now
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| I got my own money
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| I’m married and divorced
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| And my daughter is a woman
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| And guess what?
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| My daughter want another
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| Sister or brother
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| And you lookin' like a mother
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| I took you from a clubber to a lover
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| And you took another bitch husband
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| The other bitch wasn’t
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| Doing shit for him
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| She say she did too much
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| I say she did nothing
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| She need to quit fronting
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| I haven’t hid nothing
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| And you love everything
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| Can’t hide your feelings
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| Won’t let my pride conceal it
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| You got Wayne
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| I charge it to the game
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| And baby you can keep the change
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| But—
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| (I got to hold on, hold on to my receipt
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| Yeah, to redeem your love, that’s exactly what I need)
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| It’s kinda hard saying this shit to your face
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| So I do it over snares and bass
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| Music take me away
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| Destiny Child CD
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| Song number three
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| She cater to me
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| 'Til we fall asleep
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| Then we wake up
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| And we pick up where we started
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| Then she make a nigga breakfast
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| Sprite, orange juice, and water
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| And she on stage
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| Waiting for me after my show
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| So no time for groupies
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| Straight to the top floor
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| Fresh out the shower
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| A smile and a towel
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| Then after an hour
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| She gon' need another shower
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| When I’m at home
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| In my coupe
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| Or in the office
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| Or the streets of The Boot
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| I’m thinking 'bout you
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| And most of the girls that come by are cute
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| And they try to holla, but they all on mute
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| And my old girls turn they face up at me
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| Yeah, they throw they purses and they makeup at me
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| 'Cause you got Wayne
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| I charge it to the game
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| And baby you can keep the change
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| But—
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| (I got to hold on, hold on to my receipt
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| Yeah, to redeem your love, that’s exactly what I need)
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| It’s kinda hard saying this shit to your face
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| So I do it over snares and bass
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| Music take me away
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| Come home
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| Smell the food on the stove
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| She done cleaned the whole house
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| Washed the dishes and the clothes
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| And when we out
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| We do it just how we supposed
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| Look good for the public
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| Leave the drama in the Rolls
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| Royce
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| Choice of car that we move in
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| She gets high sometimes
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| 'Cause I’m always doin' it
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| You hear them hallways
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| We always doin' it
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| Work cut
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| Every time feel like the first one
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| Perfect
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| When a nigga stressin' at work
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| She take away all of the pain
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| Make it lesser than dirt
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| That’s why you got Wayne
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| I charge it to the game
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| And baby you can keep the change
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| But—
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| (I got to hold on, hold on to my receipt
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| Yeah, to redeem your love, that’s exactly what I need)
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| It’s kinda hard saying this shit to your face
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| So I do it over snares and bass
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| Music take me away
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| I got you
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| It’s kinda hard saying this shit to your face
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| So I do it over snares and bass
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| Music take her away |