| (Never get the chance again to touch on me
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| Love on me, all you do is smoke my fuckin' weed)
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| Swear you’ll never get the chance again to touch on me
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| Love on me, all you do is smoke my fuckin' weed
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| Matter of fact, I need 'em ones off your fuckin' feet
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| Tony Braxton, singin', «Boy ain’t man enough for me"(He ain’t man enough for me)
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| To be honest, you ain’t never did shit for me
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| Flip on me, never would commit to me
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| So I threw your clothes on the block, yeah-yeah
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| They on the corner in a box, yeah-yeah
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| And now I’m changing all the locks, yeah-yeah
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| They say you don’t know what you got, yeah-yeah, no
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| Till it’s gone, gone, gone
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| Gone, gone, gone
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| Till it’s gone, gone, gone
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| Gone, gone, gone
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| And I’m gone
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| Oh, gone, gone
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| And I’m gone
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| Mmh, I’m deletin' all the pictures and the texts from my phone
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| Go home and tell your mother she can leave me alone
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| You got big dick energy, but, really, it’s small
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| You the type to wear a 'fit and take it back to the mall
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| And I’ma celebrate and take a shot at the bar
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| Cuffin' season, chillin' like a cop in the car
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| I got a six-figure papi wanna take me to France
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| You wanna act like a dog, then you can stay in the yard
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| So I threw your clothes on the block, yeah-yeah
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| They on the corner in a box, yeah-yeah
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| And now I’m changing all the locks, yeah-yeah
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| They say you don’t know what you got, yeah-yeah, no
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| Till it’s gone, gone, gone
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| Gone, gone, gone
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| Till it’s gone, gone, gone
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| (Till it’s) gone, gone, gone
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| Till I’m gone
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| You’d be lyin' if you say you ain’t need me now
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| Playin' with my heart, boy, I’ll never come back around
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| Cease and desist, I have made my decision
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| I understand my power and I know my position
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| Come gather round, we can light a fire
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| Have you ever seen a grown man cry?
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| Ran up all his credit, gotta pay the price
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| Can you lift your head up, look me in the eyes?
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| So I threw your clothes on the block, yeah-yeah
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| They on the corner in a box, yeah-yeah
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| And now I’m changing all the locks, yeah-yeah
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| They say you don’t know what you got, yeah-yeah, no
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| Till it’s gone, gone, gone
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| Gone, gone, gone
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| Till it’s gone, gone, gone
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| Gone, gone, gone
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| Till I’m gone |