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Check it out, ruff endz, two thousand yo. |
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No doubt, a lady, for all the shorties. |
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I wanna send some love out to my baby. |
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Cause she's the only that makes me feel complete. |
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I gotta send a shout out to my lady. |
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Cause she's my shorty, my dime piece, my homie, |
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And she's the only girl for me. |
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I'm lying in my bedroom, thinking about my baby. |
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She's like a picture from a magazine, |
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And she's all mine. |
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I'm really really feeling her, |
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And i wanna tell the world. |
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So mr. deejay, won't you please play, |
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A song for us, |
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I wanna send some love out to my baby. |
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Cause she's the only that makes me feel complete. |
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I gotta send a shout out to my lady. |
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Cause she's my shorty, my dime piece, my homie, |
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And she's the only girl for me. |
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Stop, hold up, let me tell ya, what the deal, |
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I was wrong, and i know it, gotta say it. |
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I was running with some other girl, |
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And i knew i was wrong, i was wrong, yes i was. |
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So i'm calling to apolgize, on the radio. |
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So mr. deejay, can you please say a shout out for me? |
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I wanna send some love out to my baby. |
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Cause she's the only that makes me feel complete. |
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I gotta send a shout out to my lady. |
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Cause she's my shorty, my dime piece, my homie, |
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And she's the only girl for me. |
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That's right, check it out, |
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This one goes out to my dime piece, |
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This one goes out to my homies. |
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This one goes out to my shorties. |
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This one goes out to all the ladies. |
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Mr. deejay, oh, play something, |
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Something for my baby. |
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Send a shout out to my baby. |
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I wanna send some love out to my baby. |
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Cause she's the only that makes me feel complete. |
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I gotta send a shout out to my lady. |
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Cause she's my shorty, my dime piece, my homie, |
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And she's the only girl for me. |
