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You've been makin' your braggs around town |
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That you've been a lovin' my man |
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But the man I love |
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When he picks up trash |
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He puts it in a garbage can |
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And that's what you look like to me |
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And what I see's a pitty |
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You better close you face and stay outta my way |
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If you don't wanna go to fist city. |
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If you don't wanna go to fist city |
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You better detour around my town |
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'Cause I'll grab a you by the hair a the head |
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And I'll lift off of the ground |
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I'm not a sayin' my baby's at saint |
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'Cause he ain't |
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And that he won't cat around with a kitty |
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I'm here to tell you gal to lay off a my man |
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If you don't want to go to fist city. |
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Come on and tell me what you told my friends |
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If you think you're brave enough |
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And I'll show you what a real woman is |
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Since you think you're hot stuff |
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You'll bite off more than you can chew |
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If you get to cute or witty |
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You better move your feet |
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If you don't wanna eat |
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A meal that's called fist city. |
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If you don't wanna go to fist city |
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You better detour around my town |
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'Cause I'll grab a you by the hair a the head |
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And I'll lift off of the ground |
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I'm not a sayin' my baby's at saint |
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'Cause he ain't |
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And that he won't cat around with a kitty |
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I'm here to tell you gal to lay off a my man |
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If you don't want to go to fist city. |
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I'm here to tell you gal to lay off of my man |
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If you don't wanna go to fist city. |
