| Tip, tip, tiptoeing through your crib
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| Trip and fall in your ribs
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| Still being a fat-ass, catch me all in your fridge
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| You gon' wrap this baller belly like a crystal ball
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| Wishin' it was permanent, instead of on-call
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| I wish that I was more involved
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| But I’m so passionate about what’s happening around me
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| I could put it on pause
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| More often, so that we could do what grown folks do
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| You like it, I love it
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| I really, really love it
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| You like it, I love it
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| I really, really love it, oh
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| Look, if you like it, I love it, I swear to god
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| The revolution we tellin' by the fire
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| What you tellin' me? |
| I just hope your not telling lies
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| I hope you keep it lit as we switch off the lights
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| Turn them things down, imma do it right
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| Cause I know what you like
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| Turn that thing 'round, let me get my ribbed for tonight
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| Damn, put that arch in it, we gon' do what grown folks do
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| Let’s do what the grown folks do
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| Let’s do what the grown folks do
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| You like it, I love it
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| I really, really love it
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| You like it, I love it
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| I really, really love it, oh |