| Nigga you a bugaboo, gullible as hell
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| Thinking that I fuck with you for real, ew
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| The thought of laying up with you
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| Is making me uncomfortable
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| And I would rather go to jail never post bail
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| I’d rather sit up in a cell
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| Than to have to sniff another smell
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| Of your musty, dusty, crusty ass
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| You ain’t gotta touch me when you pass by
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| Bye boy (Bye!)
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| Why these boys don’t know
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| The only reason I gave you my number
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| Is so you would leave me the fuck alone
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| You getting blocked soon as I get home
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| Don’t talk to me
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| Unless you got some guap for me
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| I know you tryna rock with me
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| I’m probably the baddest thing
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| You seen in a minute
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| Tryna get up in it it’s a D-U-B
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| He say I’m Lil' Kim he tryna B-I-G
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| I’d rather D-I-E
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| As if I’d ever wanna touch you
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| Yo, you trippin
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| Yo, you buggin dude
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| Ew, you annoying
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| And that’s why I call you Bugaboo
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| Bugaboo, you buggin me, you buggin
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| You know I don’t fuck wit you lil buddy
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| You can’t get no hug from me or nothing
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| If I see you coming then I’m ducking, ooh
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| Bugaboo
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| Boy you a bird, it’s gross
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| Everytime I turn around you do the most
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| Tryna make it seem like we go together
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| Leaving weird ass comments under my post
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| Flexing for the gram
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| Boy you a fan
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| You’ll never be my man
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| Don’t ever pull that shit again
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| Nigga you trippin with God as my witness
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| I’m trying to spit this the nicest way possible
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| I put them obstacles there for a reason
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| I’m tryna block you from going too deep in
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| Cuz I ain’t the type
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| I ain’t ya wife
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| I’ll break your heart
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| Have you crying for life
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| Don’t try to act like I didn’t tell ya
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| Don’t get your hopes up cuz imma fail ya
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| Had to block him
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| He was blowing up my phone
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| Tried to tell him time and time again
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| Boy leave me alone
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| As if I would ever wanna touch you
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| Yo, you buggin dude
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| Ew, you annoying
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| And that’s why I call you Bugaboo
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| Bugaboo, you buggin me, you buggin
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| You know I don’t fuck wit you lil buddy
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| You can’t get no hug from me or nothing
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| If I see you coming then I’m ducking, ooh
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| Bugaboo
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| You off
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| You buggin
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| You get discontinued
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| Imma cut it
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| And if you keep on coming
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| Chris Brown, imma run it
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| Now don’t let me hear no more buzzin
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| That’s the end of discussion
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| Bugaboo, you buggin me, you buggin
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| You know I don’t fuck wit you lil buddy
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| You can’t get no hug from me or nothing
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| If I see you coming then I’m ducking, ooh
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| Bugaboo |