| All my girls got an issue with you
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| Cause I don’t chill no more like I used to
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| And for them lately I’m not in the mood
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| And they don’t know what for
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| So they don’t like you
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| Well they don’t have to
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| So let them be mad at you baby
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| Cause I got it bad for you baby
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| You give me the sweetest hangover
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| That I don’t want to be over
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| So let 'em be mad you baby
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| Cause I got it bad for you baby
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| You give me the sweetest hangover
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| That I don’t want to be over
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| Oo na na na
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| Oo na na na
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| Oo na na na
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| Oo na na na
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| Ooo, they think I’m addicted to you
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| And of that they’re sure
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| Oh baby it’s cool
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| Because if my sickness is you
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| Then I don’t need no cure
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| So they don’t like you
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| Well they don’t have to
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| So let them be mad at you baby
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| Cause I got it bad for you baby
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| You give me the sweetest hangover
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| That I don’t want to be over
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| So let 'em be mad you baby
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| Cause I got it bad for you baby
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| You give me the sweetest hangover
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| That I don’t want to be over
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| Oo na na na
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| Oo na na na
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| Na na na na na na na
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| Na na na na na |