| Ay ay ay ay ay hurricane ay ay ay ay I can’t be wit you no more lil mama.
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| And that’s why I’m leaving you
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| Sick of everything that you put me through
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| And I don’t wanna be with you
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| I’m sorry I can’t be with you. |
| And that’s why I’m leaving you
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| Sick of everything that you put me through
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| And I don’t wanna be with you
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| I’m sorry I can’t be with you.(ay this how it is)
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| Lil mama I got love for yo ass, but you be trippin tho
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| I’m sick and tired of how you trip when I speak to folks at the store
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| I told you my lil dog got hurt, we had beef
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| You told me nigga please, you probably just with some freaks
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| Now see this just be what I’m talkin bout, I need me a gutta chick,
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| who gon keep it gutta with, Hurricane Chris or just
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| Hurricane it don’t really matta hold me down
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| And that ain’t wat you doin so you need to move around
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| I need somebody that’s gon cook for me, fix my plate and rub my back.
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| But all you do is fuss and fight, like you just don’t know how to act
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| I’m sick and tired of hollerin, and fussin and fightin
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| Ain’t wit it, don’t like it, don’t do it, not likely
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| Lil mama I’m a pieces, you could neva be my wifey
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| You act like you don’t like me unless I’m driving something pricey.
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| And that’s why I’m leaving you
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| Sick of everything that you put me through
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| And I don’t wanna be with you
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| I’m sorry I can’t be with you
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| And that’s why I’m leaving you
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| Sick of everything that you put me through
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| And I don’t wanna be with you
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| I’m sorry I can’t be with you.
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| (ay)Okay so know it’s getting crucial. |
| I feel like your cum is useless
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| Nothing to it, but to do it, get your bags and get to it. |
| (bye)
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| Get outta my bed, get outta my room, get outta my house, get outta my life.
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| And you can’t come back and holla when you get your mind right, 'cause as far
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| as I’m concerned you ain’t got nothing I like. |
| Need to keep on kickin and
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| walkin the other way. |
| Please stay outta my face, I ain’t got nothing to say,
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| except Ay Bay Bay I say that in every phrase. |
| This supposed to be a sad song,
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| but I said Ay Bay Bay. |
| And I can’t stand the way you act when people hang up
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| in your face, what that got to do with me, that’s your phone anyway.
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| Why in the hell would I give them your number to catch myself up in my game,
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| I am not lame, I got game, H-U double R — I to the Cane. |
| So get your things
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| hope on the horse you came, I think it’s by time you swang. |
| And do your thing
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| evrything gon be okay, everything gon be okay.
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| And that’s why I’m leaving you
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| Sick of everything that you put me through
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| And I don’t wanna be with you
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| I’m sorry I can’t be with you. |
| And that’s why I’m leaving you
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| Sick of everything that you put me through
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| And I don’t wanna be with you
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| I’m sorry I can’t be with you.
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| Now baby how you gon play games with a beast like me. |
| No matta what them otha
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| dudes think they might be. |
| I gots to be G till the day that I die.
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| That’s why you gotta leave I’m tired of tellin you bye. |
| Get the hell up outta
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| my sight, lil mama you think I’m lien, here some money for a cab hope you have
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| a nice ride. |
| Ratchet city we go live cut a chick loose with no ties.
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| Now I’m on another mission with my money on my mind, constanly thinking of
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| another way that I can go shine. |
| And when I leave, I’m leaving with the doors
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| suicide. |
| And you betta be out my house when I get back, I ain’t lyin.
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| And that’s why I’m leaving you
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| Sick of everything that you put me through
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| And I don’t wanna be with you
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| I’m sorry I can’t be with you. |
| And that’s why I’m leaving you
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| Sick of everything that you put me through
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| And I don’t wanna be with you
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| I’m sorry I can’t be with you. |