| Last week in Atlanta
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| I met her at the FreakNik
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| In a black truck
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| With a short haircut
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| & a gang of her homies
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| And she was on me cuz she said she liked Cali men
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| So that translated to grits and cabbage early in the morning
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| She used to scream «TQ I’ll do anything that you want me to
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| Just come stay with me.»
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| Girl that’s somethin' that I can’t do
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| It ain’t nothin' wrong with you
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| Don’t take it personal
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| Let me explain to you
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| As for me
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| I just wanna fuck around tonight
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| But then I gotta leave
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| Have to be the only one to work your body right
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| Didn’t you know I was a G? |
| (Don't ya get mad at me)
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| Because I never spend the night (So give me yo' keys)
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| Can’t you see
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| I ain’t settlin' down
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| No I ain’t settlin' down
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| Cuz I get around
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| Why you lookin' so surprised?
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| Was you thinkin' different?
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| Ain’t got no problem with firin' up the candlelight
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| But you gon' have to finish 'em
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| Cuz I ain’t got time for Valentine presents
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| I make sure I’m always outta town that day
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| And if I don’t return your message
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| Don’t go gettin' mad, I’ll get around to it one day
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| It ain’t no need to tell you no lies
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| I don’t want no new girlfriends
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| No no no
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| Everytime I think about
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| Do a whole lot better without
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| Somebody sweatin' me
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| I can’t take this sweatin' G
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| You know you can come to my room
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| Whenever I’m in town
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| (Ooh yeah)
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| Don’t give a fuck about
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| Anything you do
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| When I ain’t around
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| I had to take some time to let you know exactly what I’m about
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| Cuz I’ll be back next Sunday
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| (I'll be back Sunday)
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| And I’m gon' wanna dig you out |