| With all the kissin', the touchin', the bitin', the tuggin'
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| You know, you know I love what you do
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| (You know I know I love what you do)
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| And all the spittin', the cursin', the fightin' and fussin'
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| You know I’m only fuckin' with you
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| (I bet you I was only thinkin' if I)
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| If I could, I’d take you everywhere
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| But you know I can’t do nothin' with you
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| (You know I can’t do nothin' with you)
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| You know I never looked as good as I do, and it’s the truth
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| No bullshit, I’m nothin' without you
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| Say, I should take this heart and pawn it at the auction
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| I don’t need it, I’ma slang this bitch and take ya shoppin'
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| 'Cause what good is any heart if it can break in pieces?
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| I would rather have no feelings, than cryin' and sobbin'
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| When I met you, I was broke as the rope on the faucet
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| I had dreams that I would blow like a Nintendo Cartridge
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| I was hungry, I was dirty, I needed a shower
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| Said you fed me, and you clothed me, you packed me a sack lunch
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| Papa said, «When I get older, get a girl like your momma»
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| But I’m twenty (cough) years old and runnin' out of options
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| How I’m supposed to trust ya?
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| Ain’t you one of them ones tryin' to run up
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| Pose for the perfect picture, upload and post it?
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| Question: Is you with me or not?
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| I’m from the city where they wear bikinis in the water drought
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| But I’m used to having cyclones blown in and out of my life
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| So it’s no biggie if you need time to figure it out
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| With all the kissin', the touchin', the bitin', the tuggin'
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| You know, you know I love what you do
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| (You know I know I love what you do)
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| And all the spittin', the cursin', the fightin' and fussin'
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| You know I’m only fuckin' with you
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| (I bet you I was only thinkin' if I)
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| If I could, I’d take you everywhere
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| But you know I can’t do nothin' with you
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| (You know I can’t do nothin' with you)
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| You know I never looked as good as I do, and it’s the truth
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| No bullshit, I’m nothin' without you
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| You know you wrong, shit you out of pocket
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| Remember you was couch surfin', you ain’t have a casa
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| And mi casa, I would buy you shoes from out the locker
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| Even though I heard around the town from all the gossip
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| Between they legs and slidin' limousines in garages
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| Heard your mama cheated on ya daddy, you just like her
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| Karma come around, remember what happened to Tiger
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| Game over, dead wrong, Biggie Wallace
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| I was the one you counted on before you stacked your wallets
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| Talkin' 'bout me, motherfucker, you the one with problems
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| Haha, you played yourself for a photo that you ain’t know though
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| I only took from niggas trying to slide up in the DM
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| And show 'em I was happy with the nigga I was seein'
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| But you fucked up, stupid, so I guess I’ll go and see 'em
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| As you contemplate how to get me back like Liam
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| No fuckin' tonight, I’ll be gone by the PM nigga
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| With all the kissin', the touchin', the bitin', the tuggin'
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| You know, you know I love what you do
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| (You know I know I love what you do)
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| And all the spittin', the cursin', the fightin' and fussin'
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| You know I’m only fuckin' with you
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| (I bet you I was only thinkin' if I)
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| If I could, I’d take you everywhere
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| But you know I can’t do nothin' with you
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| (You know I can’t do nothin' with you)
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| You know I never looked as good as I do, and it’s the truth
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| No bullshit, I’m nothin' without you
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| Might not get, might not get any better
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| Might not, might not get, might not get any better
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| Might not, might not get |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Without You, artist - Anderson .Paak. Album song Malibu, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп