| Don’t look at me funny just 'cause I won’t let you in
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| You’re holdin' a live grenade and you done pulled it’s pin
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| It’s best you walk away there’s only seconds left
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| And all the love we had is gon' be laid to rest
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| Ain’t got no time for your drama
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| Don’t go callin' me your little momma (momma, momma, momma)
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| Boy, you ain’t foolin' me
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| And I won’t be the one surrendering
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| You’re starting up and blowing up hearts
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| It’s not that hard to see
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| You’re marchin' along to your own little beat
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| Left right left
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| Right left you ain’t got nothing
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| Left right left
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| Right left you ain’t got nothing left
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| I bet you tracked a millon miles just on my street
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| After I finally figured out that you played me
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| Those lying bombs you dropped put me in for a treat
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| Ain’t got no time for your drama
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| Don’t go callin' me your little momma (momma, momma, momma)
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| Boy, you ain’t foolin' me
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| And I won’t be the one surrendering
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| You’re starting up and blowing up hearts
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| It’s not that hard to see
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| You’re marchin' along to your own little beat
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| Left right left
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| Right left you ain’t got nothing
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| Left right left
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| Right left you ain’t got nothing left
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| South town bay
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| Now you lookin' mad 'cause your ass out of date, like last years cash
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| Country boy, big city swag, what?
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| Now you got your name in the mud
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| Only few ducks if he’s damaged it
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| You’re a mega, thank you for reminding
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| Ying Yang got this thing with miss Mickie James
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| You said it’s over, it’s over, it’s over so I guess we done
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| Kid Rock, so I guess I owe you one
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| She a doobidy downer, kick up to the left
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| Beyoncé to the left to the left
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| Now beat this
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| Love is blind, you can’t block it
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| Ying Yang RMA you can’t stop it
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| Mickie James got that SmackDown
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| She done tag team, put some dudes from the A town
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| Ain’t got no time for your drama
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| No more callin' me your little momma (momma, momma, momma)
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| Boy, you ain’t foolin' me
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| And I won’t be the one surrendering
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| You’re starting up and blowing up hearts
|
| It’s not that hard to see
|
| You’re marchin' along to your own little beat
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| Left right left
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| Right left you ain’t got nothing
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| Left right left
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| Right left you ain’t got nothing left
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| You ain’t got nothing left |