| Put you in a room
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| You ain’t gotta leave
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| You ain’t gotta leave
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| But you can’t sleep with me
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| Every time I come to fuck with you
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| You make up all the rules
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| You ought to do it
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| Just because our car’s moving
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| Are you in my fucking corner for real?
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| Oh, are you plotting to kill?
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| I tell you just how I feel
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| But you never hear
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| Oh, why you take it like that?
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| Now you wanna leave and never come back
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| I don’t control you, I ain’t never say that
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| Can’t give up on you, baby, we go way back
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| Every time I try to fuck with you
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| Nothing ain’t ever enough for you
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| And I had all this hope for you
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| But all you do is open wounds
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| I could be fucking with them other niggas
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| I know you ain’t them other niggas
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| I don’t fuck with a lot of bitches
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| Just my real bitches
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| Why you keep talking about it, you keep talking and you gon' get me pissed off
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| Motherfuckers who be wanting that bitch to go crazy if she could cut her wrist
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| off
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| I ain’t gonna lie, no I ain’t gonna lie like it was just his fault
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| But I know if a nigga lose me, then nigga, Oo-ee, that’s his loss, young nigga |