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Ooh |
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Ooh |
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No no no |
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You know there is two sides to every story |
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See I don't know why your cryin' like a bitch |
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Talkin' shit like a snitch |
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Why'd you write a song 'bout me |
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If you really didn't care |
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You wouldn't wanna share |
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Tellin' everybody just how you feel |
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Fuck what I did was your fault somehow |
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Fuck the presents, I threw all that shit out |
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Fuck all the cryin', it didn't mean Jack |
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Well guess what yo, fuck you right back |
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Fuck what I did it was your fault somehow |
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Fuck the presents, I threw all that shit out |
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Fuck all the cryin', it didn't mean Jack |
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Well guess what yo, fuck you right back |
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You thought you could really make me moan |
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I had better sex all alone |
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I had to, to do your friend |
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Now you want me to come back |
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You must be smokin' crack |
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I'm goin' else where and that's a fact |
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Fuck all those nights I moaned real loud |
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Fuck it, I faked it, aren't you proud |
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Fuck all those nights you thought you broke my back |
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Well guess what yo, your sex was wack |
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Fuck all those nights I moaned real loud |
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Fuck it, I faked it, aren't you proud |
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Fuck all those nights you thought you broke my back |
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Well guess what yo, your sex was wack |
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Oh oh, uh uh yeah |
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Oh oh, uh uh yeah |
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Oh oh, uh uh yeah |
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Oh oh, uh uh yeah |
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You questioned did I care |
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Maybe I would have |
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If you woulda gone down there |
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Now it's all over |
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But I do admit I'm glad I didn't catch your crabs |
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I can't sweat that 'cause I got to go |
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Fuck what I did was your fault somehow |
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Fuck the presents, I threw all that shit out |
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Fuck all the cryin', it didn't mean Jack |
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Well guess what yo, fuck you right back |
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Oh oh, uh uh yeah |
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Oh oh, uh uh yeah |
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Oh oh, uh uh yeah |
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Oh oh, uh uh yeah |
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You made me do this |
