| Yeah
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| Yeah, I want your help
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| I don’t know that I can do this
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| All by myself
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| And you’re always running off, with my feelings
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| And poppin off like
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| I’m so embarrassin'
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| I’m feeling confident
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| That you
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| Want me to come through, yeah
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| Baby don’t start
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| Don’t start with me
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| Yeah, if you gon' do your thing then own it
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| Don’t stop
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| Don’t stop for me
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| Go on do your little thing and own it
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| But you know I got you for real
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| Lady gon' say just how you feel
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| You know I’m wit' it
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| So come kick it
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| And baby I could show you how I really live
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| Baby, you deserve the finer things (finer things)
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| Gold rings and champagne (champagne)
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| Yeah it’s all on me
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| And we blowin' loud pack
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| With the roof pulled back, yeh
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| Then I’m runnin' through it
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| And she threw it right back, like ooh
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| Pull up, pull up
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| Imported whips from Europe, Europe
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| I’m rockin' shit you never heard of, heard of
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| I’m tryna get a bit of your love, your love
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| Yeah baby don’t start
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| Don’t start with me
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| Yeah, if you gon' do your thing then own it
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| Don’t stop
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| Don’t stop for me
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| Go on do your little thing and own it
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| But you know I got you for real
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| Lady gon' say just how you feel
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| You know I’m wit' it
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| So come kick it
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| And baby I could show you how I really live |