| 1 — Oh daddy
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| You know you make me cry
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| You make me cry, too
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| How can you love me I can’t understand why
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| I just wanna know why
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| Oh daddy
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| You know you make me cry
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| You make me cry, too
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| How can you love me I can’t understand why
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| I just wanna know why
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| You think I wanna see you cryin'?
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| You think I want you when you need not one more doll
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| Then gettin’scared everytime you hear them sirens
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| Hear niggaz open fire and
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| Think your baby dead, front of a hydrant
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| But it’s gon’to be a time when
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| Ain’t gon’be no more wineing
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| No more dining, no more diamonds
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| No reclining, no more expensive violins
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| And I’mma probably be the one that’s cryin'
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| According to my mother, if you wanna know if a girl love you
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| All you gotta do is make her suffer
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| Stop spending, stop givin’her the minks and linen
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| You will see if this girl gon’be with you to the ending
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| Cuz floatin’in the drop, it be all good
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| And when you come in on the block, it be all good
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| Givin’her money to shop, it be all good
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| But when you get broke dead pop, is it all good, huh?
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| You know you startin’to act just like these bitches
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| Every fuckin’night with these bitches
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| Whatchu doin’fighting with these bitches
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| They like me for my riches, you like me for me That’s the reason I gave you keys to my V See you be whipping my Benz
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| But you still wanna listen to your friends
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| And them gon’be the same bitches with me in the end
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| You look at your neck, what you see plenty of ice?
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| Then you think these hoes don’t envy your life?
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| They wanna lay in Brazil, spend a day in the hills
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| It ain’t hard to shop all day and pay the bills
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| Fuck the way you feel
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| And keep it all real I wrote your name on my will
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| And yo', that’s real
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| You think a nigga cheatin’cause I don’t be all in your ass
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| You think them your friends
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| I cut you off, all them’ll laugh
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| See my shit right there, put it all in the bag
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| You ain’t gotta say shit to me again, just call me a cab
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| I’m Out
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| Now good thing I ain’t a nigga who get way open
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| And fall for a chick that live way in Oakland
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| You pay for a trip, she lay up on an ocean
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| Then you find out this girl playin’with your emotions
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| I had this one chick turned out a dumb chick
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| Cause all she ever did for me was some dumb shit
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| But I could peep how mommy used to be foul
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| And everytime I hang up the phone she would redial
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| But it takes more for Mase to flip
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| I’m the first one to want out this relationship
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| Save that Jeep receipt, just in case you shit
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| You wanna fuck with my friends, take your pick, uh You wanna do your thing, do your thing then
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| But don’t be feignin’when you see me minglin'
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| Running up saying you love me and don’t know the meanin'
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| When I walk away I could hear the girl screamin'
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| Repeat 1 until fade while:
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| I just wanna know why
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| I just wanna know why
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| I just wanna know why
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| I just wanna know why
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| I just wanna know why
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| You know I wanna know why
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| You know I wanna know why
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| You know I wanna know why |