| Oh! |
| Two step. |
| Oh!
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| Let me talk to you girl
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| What?
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| I’m in your part of town
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| I call your phone and you’re no where to be found
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| You do this every time
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| You be M.I.A. |
| every single time
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| The part that kills me You rather chill with your friends instead of me huh.
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| But I ain’t gon’be no clown
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| I guess I call you next time I’m in your town
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| And you say to me So what, I was out with my friends
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| I’m a grown woman
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| It’s the weekend, oh So what if I don’t answer my phone
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| What if I’m not alone
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| I’m with him
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| What’s it to you?
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| I need to get out
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| You you you you you
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| Are, killing me, you’re killing you’re killing me and I just wanna get out
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| you you you you you
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| are killing me you’re killing you’re killing me whatcha wanna do? |
| do do whatcha wanna do? |
| do do
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| I cannot escape
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| no matter what I do can’t get away from you, oh call me everyday
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| and that there ain’t never cool
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| getting on my nerves
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| I think it’s time you knew
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| only gave you my number cause, drinks made you cuter, plus
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| you were looking sad and lonely, oh but that’s all it was
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| just put you in the game
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| and here you go complainin'
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| what’s up with you?
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| I need to get out
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| You you you you you
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| Are, killing me your killing you’re killing me and i just wanna get out
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| you you you you you
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| are killing me you’re killing you’re killing me whatcha wanna do? |
| do do whatcha wanna do? |
| do do like whoa lil mama, it’s the second time I’m callin’your number
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| I ain’t chasin’I ain’t even no runner
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| don’t you know I push the Hummer in the summer, huh
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| how you hard to be reached
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| I can put you where you hard to be reached
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| black sand on the balls of your feet
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| You can scream, ain’t no body gon’be sleep,
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| this your own private beach, haha
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| and when it comes to sex,
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| just a little bit of love and little bit of that
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| maybe push it back where your ribs is at share a bowl of crunch berries, how real is that, haha
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| I’m just jokin’of course,
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| I’m trying to put your sex game back on course
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| if you feelin’dry, like you don’t get moist
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| if you ever get a minute holla at yo’boy |