| Follow my commands, come on, girl, comply
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| You only want me 'cause my life’s televised
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| And I can see all them lies in your eyes
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| But I’m no different, selling dreams for tonight
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| Just so I could have my way, rubbin' on your thighs
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| In the morning, go back home because I do not have no ties
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| Yeah, but if I (But if I)
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| If I write you, girl, tell me, would you reply? |
| (Would you reply?)
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| You know I used to be a thief up in the night (Yeah, yeah)
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| And you don’t want that type of guy in your life
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| But what if I put on a disguise for the night? |
| (Yeah, yeah)
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| What if I was to put my life up on the line? |
| (On the line)
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| Don’t pay no mind to them bitches, like a ticket, you’re fine
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| Gave you a shoulder to lean on for when you cry
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| Uh, cry for me, for me now
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| No one can slow me down
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| I stay with forty rounds
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| Hit her off a Perc', gave her forty rounds
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| Woah, I’m far from finished, I’m not done
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| I keep grabbing on her waist, she tryna run
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| Put my foot into it 'til she numb
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| Every time she moan, she be like, «Uh»
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| Uh, she switched up for the same dollar
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| She don’t know the rules of the game 'cause she ain’t have no father
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| Me and Artist, yeah, we know some of the same scholars
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| Me and Artist go home and we got the same problems
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| And we keep arguing about them same bodies
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| That’s because you is my girl, you is my main body
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| Take you serious, you know I will not play about it
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| And if you wanna get better, baby, just pray about it
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| I play about it, but don’t you go be fake about it
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| Just play your part and I won’t ever complain about it
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| Should have called you beautiful more before you changed your body
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| Then you did your body, girl, yeah, you really changed about it
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| It’s couples out here that’s not eatin', we got plain scallops
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| And clam chowder, you gon' be raising my damn toddler
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| And I can’t lie, baby girl, it ain’t no way around you
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| Ain’t nothin' to say about it, got niggas pull up and spray about it
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| I’m gone
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| Yeah, and when I say, «I'm gone»
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| Don’t just say it right after me like it’s some sing-along shit
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| You got mad when I said you could bring your friend along, yeah
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| I’m gon' fuck you to this, make this one your favorite song
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| And you even look sexy with no makeup on
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| And you ain’t gotta ask me, girl, just take it off
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| I knew that you was nasty the way you take it raw
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| I just hope that you don’t think I’m crazy, girl
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| If I
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| Woah, if I write
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| If I write you, girl, tell me, would you reply?
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| You know I used to be a thief up in the night
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| You only want me 'cause my life’s televised
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| But what if I put on a disguise for the night?
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| And I can see all the lies in your eyes (Yeah, yeah)
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| You don’t want this type of guy, right
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| In the morning, go back home because I do not have no ties (Yeah)
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| Woah, if I write
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| If I write you, girl, tell me would you reply?
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| Yeah, if I write you, can you reply? |