| Drop that. |
| what?
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| Uhh, Sisqo, Associates, T. R
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| You feel this, what the deal?
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| You knew I wasn’t faithful from the jump so don’t front
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| Like I was quit acting up bugging
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| Since when we been messing, flexing
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| Love has been good no doubt
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| But now trying to get me on lock down
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| Trying to figure out what I’m all about If I’m going out
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| Who I’m chilling with, what I’m dealing with?
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| Just can’t, just can’t handle it
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| You’re not my girl and I’m not your man
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| I’m a tell you again so you understand
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| I’m not trying to be caught in, I’m not moving
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| Not budging not trying to get stuck in something I can’t get out of
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| If you thought twice shorty then I doubt ya
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| Need to get off of my back
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| Your line to tight need to cut me some slack
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| So let go
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| Can I live? |
| Can I breath?
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| Inhale exhale get off of me
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| What I do? |
| Where I be? |
| Who I see?
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| You follow me What is this?
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| Can I live? |
| Can I breath?
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| Inhale exhale get off of me
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| Give me privacy
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| Met you in the club you was bumping
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| Drunk as hell off the Henny with the thugs and smoking something
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| I saw you wit your girlfriend acting like you’re cousins
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| But cha really wasn’t
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| Plus I caught you with the horny face and I loved it
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| So I took you to the crib for some fucking
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| Touching, hugging, lotta rubbing
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| Few hours later Not busting
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| I hollered at you 'cause your body was right
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| And I stayed smashing 'cause the shit was tight
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| What was your plot coming here tonight?
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| If you thought it was sweet, it ain’t not tonight
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| I won’t go that route, it is not my life
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| I’m a baller you a dick, you need to get it right
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| Stuck in my ways now why you testing me
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| Need to stop stressing me you can’t handle it
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| Cheers and the memory
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| Meet them, love them, bust them, leave them
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| That is just the way I treat them
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| I don’t owe ya a type of reason
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| Not my girl so I’m not cheating
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| Never ever, ever will be
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| I don’t care don’t have to feel me
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| Nothing’s changed from the beginning
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| This is the end so be it
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| T.R., oh, oh
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| I look and see a girl that I feel fatally attracted
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| Ain’t trying to go home to the smell of old rabbits
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| That’s why we going to chill till I instill it in your cabbage
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| The meaning of your space and to clarify your status
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| You ain’t my Gina and I ain’t your Martin
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| So chill with that crazy bullshit that you sparkin'
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| Pagin' off the hook like you bent off of Henrock
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| Replies in your signature smothering my inbox
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| Call all the time but never saying nothing
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| You for now when you call boo, you get the end button
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| I never understood you ain’t in the woods hunting
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| So why you keep binoculars and like a cuffing
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| You gray baring me nah better yet fuck that boo
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| You scaring me talk you want to marry me
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| Nah go stalk another nigga
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| I ain’t grievin' is a reason why I’m pullin' out the scissors
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| Now bounce, bounce
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| Whoa whoa, we out
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| Sisqo, another one
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| T.R., uhh uhh, ONE! |