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Yeah.. |
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What'chu talkin 'bout, what'chu think you doin? |
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Why you walkin out, where you think you goin? |
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You actin like you didn't, you knew what I was doin |
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3 o'clock in the mornin, you knew where I was goin |
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Straight to my spot, a loft in the city |
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Stopped and picked up somethin pretty on the freeway suckin titties |
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You in the bed sleepin, I said that I was workin |
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You smile when you see me but inside you was hurtin |
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The cars and the clothes, whatever that you asked me |
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I was takin care of you, I thought that you was happy |
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Out of town, fuckin 'round, all-star, Superbowl |
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A-T-L, Magic City, tippin big dick hoes |
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Panties on the back seat, I don't know whose shit that is |
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Condoms and phone numbers, I don't know whose shit that is |
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F'real, you know when I realized that I was wrong |
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When I wrote the words to this song |
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[Chorus: unnamed singer] |
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Just tell me why baby, did I ever did I ever did I ever let you go baby |
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Cause I love you cause I love you cause I really love you so baby |
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Baby, woo - it's the very last time that I'll let you down |
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I won't make the same mistakes again |
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[MJG] |
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Yeah, since way back I was a mag-a-net for pretty women |
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And brought up in the city where they exercise their pimpin |
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I fight temptation daily, I could be in Paris chillin |
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With somethin young, eager talent, they ready and willin |
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I get a lot of phone numbers but don't really call 'em |
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Unless I hit 'em just to let 'em know I'm out here ballin |
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I know you picture me, laid up with these other women |
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Most of the time I'm not, occasionally I get 'em |
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Who was that woman lookin at me up in Wal*Mart |
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Lock in the sexual fantasy, her drawers hot |
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But back to the subject, the chemistry I really loved it |
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Mental, emotional, couldn't put nothin above it |
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But every unturned stone you had to touch it |
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Rolled 'em over, look what you found, now you disgusted |
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But before I leave, look me in my eye |
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Don't cry, never lie.. |
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[Chorus] |
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You and me, full of that, sticky weed and cog-nac |
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You like how I lick it then, put the dick up in your back |
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There you go, talkin 'bout, what you know, who done said |
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that they saw me trickin some-where with one of yo' friends |
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Did you see me do it NO, do you know that shit fo' sho' |
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Who you gon' believe me, or them ol' meddlin hoes |
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Daaaamn, I think of all the shit I put you through |
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This a lonely game and, sometimes I be missin you |
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[MJG] |
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I got a tank of gas to burn up, turn up the radio |
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Baby hit your girls, go tell 'em c'mon get ready to go |
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We headed fo', somewhere, tucked in and very low key |
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No interruptions, no cell phones, no tee-vee |
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Just you and me, sippin up on some Hennessy |
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Makin sure that we finish the whole, cup to the end it be |
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meant to be chemistry between us and even though |
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you saw the bitches in my Beamer.. |
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[Chorus - to fade] |
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