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