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Nobody put's in the corner I'm only trying to ya 'Cause that get's mad And get's to a tantrum He'll flip on ya
'Cause nobody baby in the corner I'm trying to warn ya 'Cause that baby mad And to throwing a tantrum f***ing flip on ya
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'Cause nobody put's baby in the I'm only to warn ya 'Cause that get's mad And get's to a tantrum f***ing flip on ya
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Nobody baby in the corner I'm only trying to ya 'Cause that baby mad And get's to a tantrum f***ing flip on ya
'Cause nobody put's baby in the I'm only trying to ya that baby get's mad And to throwing a tantrum He'll flip on ya