| Oh Bobby why do you treat me so bad.
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| You know I love you
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| But what I saw it wasn’t me
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| But what I saw in front of me
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| Oh baby baby you was acting so shady
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| I thought that you were stickin' me
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| Another girl you’re tricking me
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| I gotta go cause I thought that I was yo' baby
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| But what I saw it wasn’t me
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| But what I saw in front of me
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| Oh baby baby you was acting so crazy
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| I thought that you were stickin' me
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| Another girl you’re tricking me
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| I gotta go cause I thought that you were my baby
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| Girl you can’t trick me
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| Nor can you stick me
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| You try to play slickly said you strictly dickly
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| But you and your friends you play the licky licky
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| I figured it out when I caught that hickey
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| Between yo' legs where your chocolate split be
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| Now Bob Digi gotta toss you like Frisbee
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| Out the window
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| Off and away you go
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| 'Ain't got no time and no love for hoes, fuck
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| How many project sluts wanna nut or get touched?
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| And ramped up in the back of my truck
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| Or to eat the Benz up when yo' girlfriend would
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| Have her knees to her ears so I can slip in good
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| Bobby
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| Now walk the block with black hoody hat
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| Dog on the prowl tryin' to snatch the little putty-cat
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| They red riding hood
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| And I’m the big wolf
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| 'Bout to puff off these pistols like I’m George Bush
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| And push push through your power-u
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| Goosh goosh explode my load
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| Have it running down your toosh toosh
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| Now you sneakin' around like a crook crook
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| Tryin' to look inside my phone book book
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| Bout to loose it all girl you shook shook
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| It 'Ain't my fault that your love got jooks jooks
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| It 'Ain't my fault that your love got jooks jooks
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| It 'Ain't my fault that your love got jooks
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| Hook
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| C’mon man save it go ahead with that boo
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| Oh you take me for a fool
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| I send my sister for you
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| Claim I’m sneakin' sleepin' creepin' cheatin' you buggin' yo
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| Listenin' to yo' cuzin' mad because she a lonely ho
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| Simple fickle minded dizzy tryin' to insult I
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| Now you wanna go and turn around and then ask why
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| Peace be out bounce
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| Spread yo' wings fly
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| Me lie c’mon how?
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| That ain’t god’s style
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| C’mon man
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| You don’t know me by now?
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| Three years in
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| I should of messed around but somehow
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| I kept it real
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| Girl I was ya' nigga' until
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| Ya switched the whole current
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| And if that’s how you feel
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| Be out
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| Be out yo'
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| Be the fuck out
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| Hook
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| Oh Bobby why do you treat me so bad … You know I love you
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| Hook |